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.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Sometimes
Sometimes the stuff from the thrift store is good.
LoL. I had a cat that used to do exactly the same thing .. any bag or box that came into the house .. and we always had to check suitcases before zipping them up for a trip!
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You should submit this one to Cute Overload.
ReplyDeleteOh so true!!! Gorgeous!
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LoL. I had a cat that used to do exactly the same thing .. any bag or box that came into the house .. and we always had to check suitcases before zipping them up for a trip!
ReplyDeleteAwww, that reminds me of our late Waffle. I got my package too! I forgot to tell you! Thanks for all the great goodies!!
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