Daily Archives: March 9, 2014

Flea Market Bound

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Saturday was an awesome adventure at Denios Farmers Market and Swap Meet, filled with great weather, family and yes, overalls.

1st day out with my overalls.

Having good times shopping at the flea market. Old Navy shoulder bag.

En route to Denios Flea Market…wearing my American Rag overalls, Toms, Old Navy turquois top, my mother of pearl earrings and a Ross Infinity scarf.

No jacket required.

Blankets for sale…love the Mary blanket the most…the tiger one, a close second.

My sister scored a cool, vintage tray from a vendor.

A beer and a search for a mattress set for my son’s bed is great times.

Lhes found these cute sunglasses and pretty earrings.

Close up of the earrings…

Love patchwork bags…

Lhes also got this cool, carved container she’s going to use to hold her kitchen utensils.

Another cute bag…

I spotted this colorful shirt and had to have it – $15 and a comfortable addition to my wardrobe.

Another look at Jenni’s tray – she’s going to put it on her coffee table/ottoman.

Long day at the flea market – I’m pooped!

~Your Curator of All things Abundant, Kimberly Jo Cooley

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Ghetto Bird

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Image courtesy of SweetCrisis, published on 02 June 2012 Stock Photo - image ID: 10085032, from http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/

Image courtesy of SweetCrisis, published on 02 June 2012 Stock Photo – image ID: 10085032, from http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/

How does it feel, Ghetto Bird, to circle over houses,
And the people who dwell within them?

Far from rare, a pest for sure,

How does it feel to be the state’s most hated bird?

How does it feel to flash your obtrusive, bright light into the window
Of a mother changing her baby’s diaper?

Or on an elderly man taking a shower?
Or on the man walking his dog?
Or on the teens in the park?

A fishbowl, a hawk

prey, victim, assailant, predator

Do you find what you seek, Ghetto Bird?
Round and round you go,
Illuminating the night’s sky with an artificial sun,
Beaming down on me, I’m caught –
Or so I thought.

You demand “stay inside!”
Describing the alleged and their clothes,
And their race.

Take flight, Ghetto Bird,
Go home, you’re not wanted here,

God speed and Good night.

~Kimberly Jo Cooley