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.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

If You Build It...

...they WILL come.

And come straight to your booth because it is under the ONLY tree on the property.

And, because you have GOOD STUFF CHEAP!

I'll be back once I've washed the dirt out of my hair, had a twelve hour nap and unpacked the car.  

I have a lot to tell you!


  1. You picked the primo spot! Can't wait to hear the details, oh deets as the cool people say!

  2. Looking forward to the recap!

  3. Ready for the details. Glad it is behind you!

  4. I can't wait to hear the details!


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