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.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Memorial Day

Hope everyone is having a nice Memorial Day Weekend. After decoration, we will cook out today and go out to eat tomorrow with my Mom and Step Dad. It's raining off and on, so we can't make a lot of outdoor plans. Be careful and have a safe holiday! Remember what it's all about.......


  1. Oh, I just had to comment about your new background. It reminds me of an old tablecloth I have! Love it!

  2. Hope you had a beautiful holiday Shara!

  3. Hi Shara,
    Keep your eyes on the mail. I just sent a package that is so LONG LONG LONG overdue! I sent it today so it should arrive sometime mid next week. I am guessing from the west coast to Arkansas. Let me know when it arrives!

  4. I think it is pretty exciting that you are now one of the sweet sisters! Very cool!


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