I just got home from a TRUE digger Estate sale. I DUG for FOUR hours. I am filthy. I am dirty. I filled the car half full with things I bought for $18.00. I filled the other half up with things from the Arts and crafts Holiday stuffed shop that was open and FREE. FREE, I tell you. FREE. Mind you - it was a MESS and there had been mice at one point which means it has two bad things going against it. But, it was FREE so what is a little mouse nest and dirt and one big asses Spider compared to FREE????? Every time I KNEW I had found all the good stuff, I looked UP and found a box full of vintage SHINY BRITES in the old box or something else awesome. Holy Moley.
I am off to empty out the car. What the hell am I going to do with all this stuff?????
It was one of the best days I have had in a long time. I don't mean the junk. This time it was the journey.
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.
*Those are my Great Grandparents up there. My Great Grandma was the original Martha Stewart. She threw a great party and decorated for every holiday. I want to be her when I grow up. Oh wait! I am!