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, November 14, 2009


Today, when I was checking out at the grocery store, the checker told me I "Sparkled."

Thinking my personality must be at an all time high or worrying that perhaps there is a bit too much New Moon excitement at our house, I remembered what I had done that morning.

Ah, yes Glitter Sparkle.

Not Vampire Sparkle.



  1. Hey Sparkle Farkle, cute glitter house!

  2. Anonymous6:48 PM

    How cute!!! Are you starting to get ready for Christmas? Please post pictures as you decorate!

  3. I'm afraid you are crossing over to 'the dark side' (aka: those who use glitter!!) 8-)!!

  4. Yup, you're a true member of the "glitterati"!

  5. great post! Made me chuckle!!! ;0)


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