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, March 28, 2008

I've Lost Everybody!

I had an email meltdown yesterday. I lost my entire address book, all my saved files, my passwords for websites, all my emails dealing with the damn school (I did have hard copies of those at least) family emails and all sorts of other important things.

If you are a blog buddy of mine or a family member or a friend, please,please, please email me at monkeybox at juno dot com so I can put you back in my new addres book and regain my normal email life.

Ain't technology grand??????

This picture has nothing to do with anything in this post. I just think all posts need a photo. And, this is one of my favorites.

I went to The Attic on Wednesday. That's the hospital thrift that I frequent on Wednesdays at noon. I bought $2.00 worth of vintage thread spools, some mohair yarn and two books about "Creating Ceramics" that are signed by the author. Nothing stellar. As I checked out, I noticed a perfect speciman of an oak splint basket sitting by the register. It was perfectly made, all hand made, had some age to it and was divine. I love handmade oak splint baskets. I don't give a patoot about Laongaberger or Peterboro or any of the new handmade baskets. I like the old hand crafted ones. I have a lot of them, but I love adding to my collection. This particular one was special because it was so small that I could cup it in the palms of my hands. I wanted it. But! It wasn't for sale. One of the volunteers had put four teeny pieces of wire in it with a note - "SAVE FOR PLANT HANGER" whatever that means. The lady behind the desk didn't know anything about it, but said she would figure it out. She promised she wouldn't ever sell it to anyone but me. Once I got home, I realized that I probably could have suggested that we put the wires and the note in another basket and let me buy that one and she probably would have done it. And, now I am consumed with getting that basket. What if it falls into unsuspecting hands that don't appreciate it? What if it gets tossed? I. must. have. that. basket. Must!

Big News! On April 2nd, not more than one mile from my house there is a BRAND NEW THRIFT STORE OPENING. Anticipation......Oh, I cannot wait. ALthough it is super close to the super Cheap Thrift and I worry that it might cut into their donations or raise their prices. Time will tell.


  1. I'm so sorry you lost all of your emails, that's no fun!

    I hope you get your basket so it'll help you forget about the badness.

  2. Oh man...that just stinks!! I would hate that! All my stuff is in my computer...I have nothing on hard copies!
    Hope that basket finds its way into your hands!
    Take care!

  3. So Juno had the meltdown? Wonder if there is a way to backup your addy book? That sucks!


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