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.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Shiny New Things

We got our income tax return back last week. We always stick most of it in savings, but there are a few things we go buy - new undies, socks and shoes for everyone. Buying those three things means going to actual stores where they sell new things. Bright, shiny, new things. Today it was shoe shopping day. I don't enjoy shoe shopping. My standard summer shoe is a pair of white Skechers. I don't wear flip flops or heels or sandals or any other kind of shoe. Just my Skechers. Purchasing Skechers means going to the dreaded Shoe Store. I loathe the shoe store. It reeks of leather and plastic. It is completely boring if you don't like shoes. There isn't anything else to look at once you are done buying your shoes when the boys are still looking. The only other thing to look at is socks. And, that is actually more boring than looking at shoes!

I did find my Skechers, then I left to go next door to the $1.00 Jewelry Galore store.  I figured jewelry had to be more fun to look at than shoes.  But, it was just rows upon rows of bright, shiny, new plastic baubles and beads.  I suppose it was was pretty enough, but it was all just too matchy-matchy, new bright and shiny. 

So, after a day of retail shopping and looking at aisle after aisle of new bright shiny things, I really, really, really needed some thrift therapy.  I needed to look at old junk.  Previously loved junk.  Rusty, crusty dusty junk.  (And, I really needed to find a treasure to sell to recoup some of that $150.00 we dropped on shoes!)

I walked up and down the aisles looking for just the right thing to apease my need for rust.  For crust.  For dust.  For junk.  Something chippy.  Something shabby.  Something well used and well loved.






Ah, that's better. 

So, are you a bright and shiny shopper or a rusty crusty shopper?

(If you have read this far, I think I know the answer!)


  1. That is an awesome stool, Shara! Love the color, the rust, the crust...so cool!

  2. I myself am rusty,crusty and dusty, so what else would I be drawn too? I have one of those stools, mine isn't as rusty,crusty or dusty, but it's still now shiny and new.

  3. I adore things that have lived a previous life. For me, wodden items, worn smooth with time and the touch of many hands are my faves.But I do adore a bit of rust!

  4. I like both and I do have a shoe thing. I do more of the rusty cursty thing. Like your stool I found one of these at the dump some time ago i painted it and use it for an extra chair at the counter.

  5. I love this stepstool! OMG rusty, crusty, chippy and oh so cool. Yep love it. I think you knew that about me. hugs, Linda

  6. Hi Shara. I'm your newest Follower. I love your blog and all of the wonderful thrifted, rusty, dusty, crusty treasures you find.
    Lynda from SomethingCreatedEveryday.blogspot.com

  7. Total score!Good for you.Actually I like both kinds of shopping but I have a MUCH longer attention span for junque shopping.Infinitely longer!!!

  8. Love it! I love both, actually. I could use a new pair of shoes, too. Reef flip flops to be exact. We don't ever all get shoes at the same time, thankfully! Especially since my 9 year old son has expensive Air Jordan taste.

  9. Both! I love vintage everything even clothes... But love to go to the mall and buy pretty clothes and shoes:)


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