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, October 22, 2014

Thank you

Thank you for all the sweet comments and thoughts about my Little Lady.  I am missing her like crazy.  She was my buddy for so very long.  We have our other too kitties to keep us company.  They are both sweet as heck and I love them - but neither of them are very lovey dovey to me.  So, I am missing my girl.

Anyway  - I just wanted to thank you guys.  Your understanding means the world to me.  

I'll be back with some junk or a journey or something fun soon.  I promise.


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