What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.

Monday, September 19, 2016

The Week in Junk, The Booth and Crafty Stuff

I did it.  Closed my booth.  It was a relief to finally be done with it.  But, it was also sad.


I can't believe I added so much happiness to that ugly little dark space.




My friend with a both across the aisle from me posted her sad face in front of my empty spot. 

I brought everything home and sorted it out into two piles - Junk Ranch and Donate.  I think I ended up donating over half of it to Goodwill.  I was just over so much of it.  I kept the best things to take to the Junk Ranch and to put into a future booth.  

I still have a few things over at Lara's booth.  The store posted this fun story this week.  I had made magnets out of old funny yearbook photos from the 1950's.  I cut out names of students and added them to the magnets.  I purposely never put the right name on the right photo.  



But, this lady was digging through them and she was drawn to "Marie",  But then as she looked a little closer - it was her SISTER Shirley!  Photo was taken in the next small town over in 1959.  Isn't that amazing that she happened to be in the store, found the magnets, looked through them AND actually found her sister?  (This is also the third item of mine that has made the store page.  Not bad for items being sold on the down low.)

I was working in the other booth this week when a young college girl walked in, squealed and grabbed a pair of roller skates that Lara was selling.  She sat on the floor, put them on and rolled away.  


She was SO happy!  It was the only item on her wishlist that day and they fit perfectly.  It was truly a Cinderella moment for her.  

I've been thrifting a bit.



This is a Lego model of a Meyn Rapid Plus Breast Deboner made for Tyson Foods.  Now, I know this is about a weird of an item as you can find.  So, I am either an idiot or a genius for buying it.  I think I am a genius.  But, only ebay will tell for sure.  I am sure you will be shocked to hear that there aren't any others anywhere online.  


I thrifted this vintage musical snowman this week.


And this two foot tall Bethany Lowe bottle brush tree.  I also bought a red tinsel tree.  It's not vintage, but it looks vintage.  And, a red tree in Razorback country is a sure sell.

I've been making things.



A pedestal bowl made out of half of a globe.  I coated the inside with the most beautiful turquoise glitter.  It is completely unusable, but it is SO PRETTY.  I need to try to seal it, but that takes the shimmer and shine out of it and that is just NO FUN.


I gussied up an old globe.  It's a Pinterest project, which I usually avoid.  But this one was a good idea.  The seam was coming apart, so I added on the pennant Washi tape for a little happiness.

The Junk Ranch is in twelve days.  But I set up one day, so that's eleven.  Then there's load the car day, so that's ten days.  Then there's a motorcycle rally in town that we attend for two days, so that's eight days.  Then, of course, I need to go grocery shopping and errand running, so that's seven or maybe even six days.  Holy crap.  I'm out of time!  :)  I am actually pretty much ready to do it.  I have priced SO much Christmas, Halloween and other things that I am ready to be done.  Whatever will I do with all my time then??????

9 comments:

  1. I'm sad about your booth, amazed at your magnet story (and you got to use "down low") and excited about JR. Quite the gambit while drinking my first cup of coffee.

    Chanelle

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  2. Your magnet story reminded me of something this year on the 127 sale (worlds longest yard sale) Shopping Ohio into Kentucky we stopped to go into a little antique shop that had air conditoning--while searching a bookcase I found my high school yearbook from 1974!! I had never seen it because I left school early to go to college. They wanted $18 for it and I passed but chucked as I scanned through it because I didn't remember most of the kids!
    Sending good wishes your way as you gear up for Junk Ranch!

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    1. That's a great story! I once bought my husband a copy of his yearbook at a yard sale. He had even signed it to a "real sweet girl."

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  3. Well it was time to close that booth. I hope you get in to the other store soon. Enjoy Junk Ranch!!
    hugs!

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  4. You win for the oddest thrifted item - a Lego breast deboner! Who knew there was such a thing (said the girl who eats a lot of boneless chicken breast).

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  5. wonder what kind of stories the wheels on those skates could tell. I put lots of miles on my first quad skates, back in the day.

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  6. And I thought I was King of the Oddball Finds! I'm going to have to work overtime to top the Lego Breast Deboner. You win the junking internet. And you totally ROCK! Good luck with the JR and with moving on from the old booth.

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  7. Just for kicks you may want to post a question on the lego set out to BrickLink.com it is a really good place to check lego prices

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  8. Still love reading your blog, Shara! Can't wait to see your JunkRanch pics! Hope you sell everything!! :)

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