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, December 24, 2010

Merry Christmas

The Merriest of Christmas wishes from ME to YOU!


  1. Nobody's coming to my house til 3 so I am still wrapping! But at least I feel like I got the right things for everybody - it was touch and go this week!

    Never, ever take a vacation in December! It seemed like a good idea at the time!

    Merry, merry Christmas to you and yours, Shara! and all the best for the new year, too.

  2. Merry Christmas Shara. I am posting today about the wonderful reindeer and sleigh you sent me. They hold a place of honor on my buffet table. Thank you again so much. Merry Merry Merry Christmas to you and your family.


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