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, June 13, 2012

Weddings and West Coast Choppers

Monday night I met up with the Mom and Bride and we came to the conclusion that it wasn't going to work out.  The daughter really wants a "Hollywood Glamour" look to her reception - lace, pearls, crystal, etc.  I think the Mom hard vintage and just thought that meant old stuff.  Even after I told them that I didn't have any of that stuff, the Mom still wanted me to decorate and coordinate the reception.  Which is funny because just because I have an interesting booth doesn't mean I could set up an entire Wedding.  I actually think I could do it, but for her to think it is sort of funny.  So, I will just take it all as a big compliment and move on.  I really have a lot going on with my usual stuff, the booth, junking, working at the Flea, getting The Bean his license and starting to study for his GED.  So, my Wedding Planning career came to a fast start and an abrupt end.  (I'd still  like to set up a big party with all my JUNK!)

Today I had donations to drop off at Goodwill, so I ran in super quick.  I din't really find anything, but on the way to the door I spotted a bit of gingham hanging on the rack.  It was a pristine hot pink gingham apron with Chicken Scratch on the pocket.  

Just like my collection of rainbow aprons.
After I paid for it and I was holding it up to admire it, The Bean asked me if that was the West Coast Choppers emblem on the pocket.  

He was kidding, of course.

But, I'm not sure I can ever look at my aprons in the same light again!


  1. You should start a catering company and give everyone who works for you one of the aprons to wear at the parties you'll give!

  2. If I was getting married again I'd hire you for sure!

  3. West Coast choppers apron...cool man!! LOL....well the wedding planner deal would be lots of work so maybe it's for the best, but I think an uber cool vintage party would be perfect! Hugs, Linda

  4. I don't collect aprons, but I would have snatched that up in a heartbeat!
    There is no way that the Bean can be old enough to get his GED. Is there? No, not possible!

  5. Love the west coast chopper line!!!
    I think you would be the perfect party planner. You have great stuff and a real eye on how to display it all. Maybe you can throw in a monkey cake to top
    it all off! :-)

  6. I think that would be fun to do weddings, but it would be a huge headache dealing with bridezillas. I don't know why I was picturing Bean as 10 years old? I had no idea he was old enough to drive.


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