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.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Easter is in THREE Days!

Lots of bunnies and chicks in this post!
This is in the front window.  A little vignette of fun.

It's no surprise that I like little things.  And lots of them.

BAM!  Little stuff.  And lots of it!
I sat in the floor one day while I watched "Ellen" and added things to this old spice rack.  
I filled it UP!
It was sort of low, so I put it on a pink tin to give it a bit more height.

I defy anyone not to smile when they look at a chenille chick.  
It is just NOT possible!
Everyday I turn it a hair so there is always something new to see.

And, just for fun - here is my Rushton Bunny 'Peeka and her new buddy the duck I found last weekend.  

More tomorrow!


  1. OH MY! What a stash!

  2. That plush duck you found the other day was just perfect for the bunny girl.

  3. It's all so stinking cute! Though I do have to admit, that the Ruxton Bunny scares me a bit.


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