Junk
in
my trunk.
Time to clean.
Clean guilt, sorrow, funk .
Reach to forgive,share, shine....clean .
Photo: old buttons collected from junk jars at flea market
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10 comments:
i like your junk! buttons are a passion of mine. i have a sister who has an enormous collection and i must ask her to fork some over to me... see you soon?
Oh, I just love old buttons. Yours are beautiful.
That there's about the prettiest junk I ever did seen.
LOl
i just snagged some of my grandma's old buttons in a mason jar when i was at home in MO! love love old buttons. awesome!
love your poem and your pretty buttons...
These buttons are fabulous - as is the Fibonachi poem. Thank you for all your lovely messages and good wishes. I'll send e-mail soon.
perfect! I like how you put this together, you are coming into your own style, each day full of poetic cleverness!
I LOVE old buttons. I was lucky enough to obtain a jar of my grandma's old buttons too and I treasure them. You could have alot of fun with these....make one of the jackets like the one on my blog perhaps??!
Holy cow! Those are some great buttons. What a fabulous photo.
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