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.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013


It's taking over my life.
At this point, I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing.  

You might remember the chalkboard I nabbed from the curb this summer.  It had good bones, but was pretty worn out other wise.  I painted the whole thing white and then painted the chalkboard and the white board with black chalkboard paint.  It' isn't perfect, but it's usable now.  

And my porch.
(Click on that photo if you want to see the back story on each item.  I forgot to say the big white thing on the right is an oil drip sheet.  That is going to be a magnet board SOMEDAY.

Projects in various states of needing to be painted, in the process of being painted and already painted.  My driveway is a mixture of spray paint over spray and chalkboard drips.  The pink tray was green.  The green clipboard was brown, now it's green, but I am going to paint it with chalkboard paint now.  I'm undecided on the box, but now I am thinking the front might be good with chalkboard paint.  Then you could write CRAYONS or BREAD on it.

*I swore I would never, ever, ever make anything with chalkboard paint.  Ever.  

And my backyard.  

I started rounding up the junk for the Barn Sale.  I want to have an even mixture of vintage, handmade and actual junk.  Here you see the junk.  Everything in the photo is for the sale.  Except for the red wagon.  That was The Bean's and will be repurposed into a tray one of these days.  Some of it is for display, but most of it is for sale.  

Why is junk so addicting?  I get sick of it and want it GONE and before I know it, I am on Craigslist looking for a yard sale.  I think I need an intervention!  


  1. you have busy for sure. Good look at the barn sale.

  2. Shara,
    I don't know why junk is so addicting, but it sure is and I'm always being bitten by the bug... Why, I have plans to go to two thrift stores this afternoon and one of them is brand new to me! How exciting is that? AND it's a church-run thrift...I'm really getting excited! You've got some very good-looking junk in your pics...hope it all sells at the barn sale for you!

  3. I just cleaned out a truckload of stuff and had Easter Seals pick it up and am already surfing the sales for more treasure. Plus thankfully I have friends in the computer who will let me send them treasure too. ;) Shanna

  4. Take comfort in knowing you are not alone! I always wonder how much us junk junkies just pass the same junk around among ourselves - lol!

  5. I love to look for and buy junk.... Then like you I am over it and want it all to magically disappear. I take a load to goodwill and then promptly bring home a " new" treasure fron Goodwill.

  6. SQUEEEEEEE I have a feeling I am going to spend the two days of the barn sale shopping from your tent. NO BUENO. I will hold you entirely responsible if I come home with more junk than I left with.

    It truly is a disease. I'm just glad that you and I have found a way to turn our addiction into profit...at least a LITTLE bit of profit, anyway.

  7. Oh, I hear ya....


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