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.

Friday, December 09, 2005

I went to my favorite thrift on Wednesday. When I walked in the door I spotted an Annalee Mobiltee Santa doll. My heart skipped a beat as I picked it up wondering if it would be $2.00, $10.00 or ??? Guess how much it was??? 50¢! Then I turned around there was another one! Then I turned around and found another one! Three Annalee Doll's for $1.50. Yippee. They used to sell for pretty good money, but now so much anymore. But, I LOVE them and they are MINE!

I got a good deal on the big Whitman's chocolates the other day too - I will post about that in my next blog.
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