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.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

I'd Like you To Meet Rosie

I was trapped in the hitchen most of this week what with the plumbers and A/C guys here all week. My craft supplies are in the garage, so I decided to get a little crafty. My mom had given me this blank doll form made of muslin - no clothes, face or hair. I was inspired by some Poly-fil which I used to fashion her graying hair. I made her an evening gown, earrings, necklace, bracelet and even a little evening bag. I shouldn't say so, but I love her!

1 comment:

  1. Please contact your Red/aqua swap partner.
    She hasn't recieved her package and its long overdue.

    Thank you.


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