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Pope Gregory tried to do a great thing. In reforming the Julian calendar, he tried to use time as a way of reuniting Christianity. Unfortunately, it didn't work. That doesn't mean the idea wasn't a good one and it's something we should try to do it again. Except this time, instead of focusing just on Christianity, we should create a calendar that can unite the world.Pointer

The art of the calendar is a neglected art form. I'm not talking about the design of a physical calendar that you can look at. I'm talking about the way we organize our days.

Consider the fact that the Gregorian Calendar cycles through 28 different configurations of a month - so that the relationship between a date and a day of the week is constantly changing. That's the way Pope Gregory decided to do it - even though in his day there were people who knew it could be simpler than that. I choose to use a perpetual solar calendar - a calendar that doesn't change its structure every year - a calendar you can memorize like the hours of a clock. It's just simpler and more logical to me.

I didn't make up this calendar. It's been suggested and proposed and considered over and over again through the centuries. An American woman almost convinced the United Nations to adopt it as a global civil calendar. Her idea was ultimately rejected based on the objections of a very vocal religious minority because it broke the cycle of the days of the week - that is, it used intercalary days that would fall, for example, between a Saturday and a Sunday. Some people thought that would either anger God or just screw up the schedules of Orthodox worshippers - neither of which scares me.

You may not be prepared to adopt a different calendar as long as everybody around you is still using the one Pope Gregory reformed back in the 16th century. That's okay.

I'm offering you free calendar wallpaper so you can think about how important the calendar is as an art-form, not just as a way of counting the days but as a way of organizing our culture and giving our society a direction.

If you think society is heading in the wrong direction and needs a little help, you can try to celebrate Love Your Neighbor Day as I have done - by placing it between Saturday and Sunday - and seeing how you feel. You might feel power and freedom from having broken the cycle of Monday to Friday, Saturday, Sunday. I did. It empowered me and gave me a sense of peace that continues to fuel me to this day. Maybe it can fuel you too.

Margo's HD Monthly Desktop Calendar, A.D. 2014Pointer

high-definition digital wallpaper

You can use a simple image processing program like Microsoft Paint or something free and useful like Irfanview to add dates to your schedule.

Download this monthly desktop calendar for August 2014 with a blue background

A monthly desktop calendar for August 2014 with a blue background

Michal's Dictionary:
Wall Calendars

The great thing about Acceptance calendar reform is the fact that I will never have to throw out another calendar again.

But until the world has adopted this beautiful reform, and incorporated the idea of peace and love into the way we measure time, we will continue to throw out calendars.

Therefore, in order to promote reform among those still enslaved by the legacy of Rome, I will have to make a new calendar every year just to keep up with the absurd Gregorian system that I've already left behind.

I make these calendars for you.

Pronunciation of Wall CalendarsMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the words "wall calendars."

Video of me pronouncing "wall calendars."

Definition of Wall CalendarsMargo on a trampoline

Wall Calendars are either nice large printed posters or printed booklets that include a kind of date grid.

References for wall calendarsMargo on a trampoline

  • I have yet to find good references for Wall Calendars

     

Samples of Fiction from Michal's CorpusMargo on a trampoline

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Michal's Fiction Corpus of Acceptance Literature (FiCAL) is presented under the Bare Bottom imprint. It is currently comprised of six bodies of work, each representing a different pillar of culture and incorporating a wide variety of writhing styles.

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Samples of Fiction from Death to McDonalds

An aerial view of Dodger Stadium in the foreground, with an imaginary partially submerged Los Angeles behind

A story bible for a comic book series set in a post climate-change California narrated by eight characters who live through a natural disaster that sinks Los Angeles and triggers a war with an expansionist Mexican government covertly supported by China.

Frame #3898

im on the youtube. entering space. i see the main lines. the ones that ring the earth. i can feel myself getting light. im climbing the walls.

Chase Credit

19 September, 10:18 AM

Frame #4273

pandora's over the outer wall. i hear people running on the terrace.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

30 September, 2:51 AM

Frame #2372

im fifteen yards from the figure. its definitely a man. leaning against the wall. on his shins. any closer and ill be in the light.

Chase Credit

21 August, 12:11 AM

Frame #4346

why would mcdonalds be broke. if hes alive and walking free its cause hectors dead. and mcdonalds killed him. he should be wallowing in cash.

Chase Credit

1 October, 12:33 PM

Frame #649

i scheduled a meeting with bernstein for tomorrow. he wants to meet at the courthouse too. its like the walls of the prisons are crumbling.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

2 August, 5:47 PM

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Samples of Fiction from The Gospel of Jesus H.

A picture of the planet Mars

An experimental science fiction Christology that makes Jesus the hard boiled narrator of his own early years on a bizarro earth made dark by volcanic ash and informally ruled by a man from Mars who sells bottled air.

Following the map was unnecessary: there was no doubt as to my destination. The only thing that worried me was what the gun was going to do once I got there. I took my time. Through the streets and alleyways of Wroclaw, my legs carried my body forward. I walked intoxicated by the atmosphere of dread, pain, fear, and corruption. I was killing myself slowly with each step, preparing myself for what lay ahead: what I thought would meet me around the corner. Not death: I was ready for that. For the first time in my life, I considered myself a man. What kind of man? I asked. Poor and destitute? Rich in what? Abandonment? Dejection? Sure. Vengeful feelings? No: those were still building. The truth was: I was very confused. My destiny lay before me like a brick wall.

Verse 835 from the chapter called Adolescence

Jesus put his fingers inside her. She moaned, squirming around and bucking. This lasted for a while and didn't end till Jesus grew more and more conscious of something slightly abrasive. Not knowing what it was, he tried to figure it out. There were granules inside your mother. He was moving granules against her inner walls. Jesus was confused. Why were there granules inside your mother? Then he realized it was sand. Sand! There was sand inside your mother's vagina! Jesus laughed. Removing his fingers, he couldn't help but chuckle uncontrollably. Your mother must have been confused for a moment, but once Jesus wiped his fingers on her belly, she understood. She also started chuckling. There was sand inside her vagina! Just like the good old days.

Verse 635 from the chapter called Security

"When I was eleven - twelve, maybe. In those days, they were really bad. I used to have to hit my head against the wall to make them go away, but they wouldn't go very easily. They were very persistent. I guess I tried really hard to ignore them, and, after a while, they just went away on their own. I don't really remember how I did it - I guess I must have just ignored them, chosen to ignore them. I didn't really want to think about it that much, because I was afraid that, if I thought about it, they would come back. They do come back once in a while - especially when I'm tired: mentally fatigued - but they're never as bad as they were in those days. They were just terrible."

Verse 647 from the chapter called Bohemia

"Is that one of the digs?" She was pointing at a ridge further downhill; part of its side had been flattened into a wall. It was covered mostly with graffiti.

Verse 467 from the chapter called Security

"Thank him?" asked his grandmother. "For what? For coming to the funeral? Go ahead: go and see what kind of filth he lives in. But he won't let you in, Jesus, because they're ashamed: they know what kind of filthy animals they are. They'll take you up to the second floor, I bet. They've got two rooms in there that are 'finished.' Take a look at the bedsheets. Take a whiff. They smell like mold. They've got down comforters. They've got stacks of wool blankets - and for what? Nobody sleeps there! They've got carpets on every side: on the floor, on the wall - they're stacked in the basement: ten carpets I saw leaning against the wall; ten more, stacked on top of the floor. You know who bought those things? The Commandant's wife: she was the worst one of them all (God rest her merry soul): she would come twice a week from their house in town: she would cook for them, shout them down for not working hard enough, then go back: to their house in town! Why did she buy those things? Why did she buy a swing she never got to swing in? Why did she buy a massage chair she never got to sit in? I sat in it! After she was dead, I sat in it! It's a lemon! It's German crap! Why did she buy it? Was it supposed to be part of her estate? She's dead! She's dead and buried like everybody else.

Verse 260 from the chapter called Adolescence

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Samples of Fiction from Sex for Children

A drawing of a man between a woman's legs in front of another man in a hospital bed

A literature book narrated by a pair of siblings on either side of the Atlantic whose profoundly weird sexual experiences pose a serious challenge to their traditional understanding of mathematicians, marriage, gay young men and God.

But the feeling is not usually stimulated by specific reminders like that. There are so many aspects of corporality; death is only one of them. There is also growth, sexuality - many other things.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 5, Inflammation of the Loins, Paragraph 2, Clauses 6-9

I don't think he hides it from us. I don't think he's incapable of feeling sadness. I just don't think he's ever been sad. This morning, my dear sister, when I went with Nike to the train station, I saw him board his train to Paris, and I thought to myself: "These days are sad; they are filled with sadness.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 1, Cancer, Paragraph 3, Clauses 1-4

Indiana's piano, in my memory, seems like a gigantic whale, grinning at me with its black and white teeth. The fireplace looks like a massive cavern, with a gigantic wooden pylon marking its entrance, gigantic chain-mail curtains framing the ashen path. Outside the drawing room, the foyer is like a universe. The chandelier is like a sun. The main stairs: they are a path to heaven: a broad and dangerous path: its steps are gigantic steps; one must leap onto the next one with all one's strength, only to falter back to one's death. But Indiana gracefully coming down the stairs: she is a goddess. She is a radiant beauty. She puts the chandelier to shame. She lights up the universe. The whale sings out her beauty. The caverns are emptied of shadow. The walls tremble. The portraits in the hall are shaken; the tapestries flap. Far away, the kitchen burns, and the dumb waiter speaks delicacies. That is her house in my memory. That is she who now haunts this quiet room with her absence.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 4, Self-image, Paragraph 2

The subject of my latest vision - although I really should not call them visions: my experiences involve the entire sensual organ system. They are not limited to eyes or ears or the touch. They involve my entire organism, from the feeling of the ground underneath my feet, to the involuntary fancies of the mind's eyes.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 5, Inflammation of the Loins, Paragraph 1, Clauses 1-3

We are at a train station. Sad people are always boarding trains. I am sad. But I'm not leaving: my friend is leaving: he's taking the train: he's not sad: he's not sad at all." I looked at Nike's face, looking out the window, and, waving to him, he waved back.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 1, Cancer, Paragraph 3, Clauses 5-10

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Samples of Fiction from Tsiga Tsiga Tsiga

Bullets whizzing by a statue of Nikola Tesla

A collection of stories featuring a sexy Parisian ghost, a spooky Moon base full of vagina-faced aliens, a policeman with an Irish name, a truck full of watermelons, a flautist, and a man who has to see another man about a diseased horse.

Shephard spotted Pepsi in the opposite corner of the courtyard. She was on top of the wall. "How did she get there?" thought Shephard. There was a rock in her hand. She was going to try to throw it at the guard closest to her.

– from “Two Dudes and a Chinese Desert,” a friendship story featuring a frank discussion of criminal activities

Tatum lost track of time. At some point she found herself lying drowsily next to Shaq's naked body. "Hee-hee." Tatum jerked her head. It sounded like the faint call of a chickadee. "Hee-hee." It was getting louder. Escaped birds were known to live in lunar corridors. "Hee-hee." Tatum hoped it wouldn't bother her for long.

"Chick-a-dee-dee-dee." The sound came directly from the other side of the wall.

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story featuring icky aliens

"Go ahead," said the secretary. The man disappeared through the door. The woman turned to look through the window. Oda Plaza kept rotating below her-behind her. "Whatever," she thought. The people, fifty yards away, seemed to be walking on a giant wall. Few offices had the luxury of terrestrial gravity. Apparently, thought the woman, Justice Doc Uzumaki deserved one of the best.

On the other side of the door, Pat said, "You wanted to see me."

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story featuring intrigue

Tatum stopped. At the back of an otherwise empty pool, Neal was seated against the wall. A Manga person had its mouth wrapped around his modesty. Tatum strode up to the edge of the water. Neal saw her. He blanched. He pushed the dirty Manga off of him.

Tatum said, "What makes you think you can get away with it? I want it back."

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story about what happens when people don't listen

Clark watched Shephard bring the cup to his lips. He said, "It's business." Shephard took a sip. He swallowed it. He cocked his head. He squinted. Clark sighed. He knew his friend would be skeptical. He turned around.

Never do that, thought Shephard. He must have told Clark a hundred times, "It makes you look weak."

– from “Two Dudes and a Chinese Desert,” a friendship story about oppressed people standing up for themselves

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Samples of Fiction from Sorry Ms. Jackson

Chiseled letters from an ancient stone tablet hanging on a wall

A real play. With drama in it. Talk fast. It takes two hours. Set in a guest house. In a small community. After a murder. Lots of suspicion. The characters learn to listen to each other. It's funny.

(KOKOMO moans again.)

MS. JACKSON: There it is again.

LESBIAN: I heard it.

MS. JACKSON: It sounds like-

KOKOMO: (off) It's so big!

MS. JACKSON: Kokomo!

GREY GOOSE: (off) Don't worry. It'll fit.

MS. JACKSON: Grey Goose!

KOKOMO: (off) Just stick it in there.

GREY GOOSE: (off) Patience, my dear. I don't want to tear your walls.

– ACT I, lines 928-936

LESBIAN: How would he feel if he saw us?

MS. JACKSON: What does it matter?

LESBIAN: It does.

MS. JACKSON: Why?

LESBIAN: I don't want hurt him either.

MS. JACKSON: Is that what you're afraid of? Are you afraid of what people might say?

LESBIAN: That's ridiculous.

MS. JACKSON: Are you afraid of having to stay here on Norfolk?

LESBIAN: I'm not afraid of anything.

MS. JACKSON: Neither am I. I'm not afraid anymore. I'm not afraid of arson or gossip or what people might say if they knew about us. I've been set free from all of those things. I'm no longer afraid of being hurt. Oh, Homo! Do you know what I suffered? It was worse than any prison. The walls were all around my heart. It was like being perpetually pinched. I am grateful to you for saving me from all of that pain. You showed me freedom.

– ACT I, lines 899-908

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Samples of Fiction from Miscellaneous Dingbats

The title of the book at the end of a string of miscellaneous dingbats

A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.

Proctor backed out of the bathroom. He looked at the window. There was a fire escape outside. It went up to the loft. Proctor went to look outside. He realized the window was unlocked. He locked it. He shut the curtain. He walked to the front door. He looked outside. The hallway was empty. Proctor tiptoed out. He tried to shut the door as quietly as he could. It wouldn't shut all the way. The frame was broken. Proctor left it. He started soft-shoeing his way down the hall. He could barely swallow his spit. There was a rock in his throat. The stairs seemed like they were getting farther and farther. He finally reached them. The stairwell was empty. He walked down the stairs. The lobby was empty. Proctor took a deep breath. He went outside. He waved to the policeman in the patrol car. He got to his own car. He drove off.

– from “We Need To Talk,” a mystery story featuring a former flame put in a weird position

The bank on the corner of Lima and Rebelo streets was a big bank. It had a glass tower reaching up into the heavens like every other building in the area. It was an old bank. Its first two floors were refreshingly free of the massive luxury watch billboards and perfume ads that littered the eye in every direction. The walls were made of stone. Walking further I realized it was just a facade. But the wall that ran perpendicular to Lima and Rebelo streets had a gallery on the second floor. It was the one old thing of substance I could see. The one part of the old building you could actually stand on. For a second I imagined myself in 19th century China as if I were a young Rebelo in love with a young Lima whose father owned the bank and whom I was dangerously wooing from the street with a bouquet of flowers. The world was beautiful and full of hope. Until the garbage truck honked for me to get out of the way.

– from “Beautiful Branca,” a true story that includes fiction as far as I can tell

Proctor found the key. He decided a man carrying a carpet was probable cause. He entered the apartment. It didn't take long to find a photo. It was vic number three. Proctor called in the cavalry. He ordered a search. His phone rang. It was the captain. "Vic number two's fingerprints were in the database," He said. "He got busted for cocaine three years prior. I talked to his bondsman. Says an artist by the name of John Gamble put up security for him." At the sound of the name Proctor audibly swallowed. He wondered if the captain had heard.

– from “We Need To Talk,” a mystery story featuring more than one dead body put in a weird position

Proctor put back the letter. It didn't mention his name. He looked around. The wall was gleaming. He went to it. He touched it. Wet paint. He looked around. There were specks of red on the floor. Blood. There were more specks. Leading towards a door. Proctor pulled his gun. He went to the door. He opened it. A bathroom. Proctor turned on the light. A body in the tub. Floating in a pool of red. John's husband.

– from “We Need To Talk,” a mystery story featuring an artist's model put in a weird position

"It wasn't easy. We didn't have a refrigerator. All I had was some cellophane from a piece of candy Reinhard bought me. By December twenty-fifth, that last bit of apple was completely black. It was covered in a fluffy mold. Reinhard didn't think I could swallow it. I proved him wrong."

Indiana said, "Courage triumphed rather than magic."

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that might ease one's sense of discomfort depending on your outlook

Love is the answer...

What are we waiting for? Let's accept it!

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The art show that defies abuse

Still Life, Patriarchy

Contemporary wall art to remind us that Father always says Father knows best

To promote democracy, the strong must empty themselves of their strength. The weak must be granted the opportunity to grow strong. We cannot force the end of patriarchy. To do so simply perpetuates feudalism under a different name.

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Lot 1: Silesian Handicrafts

  1. T-shirt fundraiser for sale

    Handcrafted t-shirt fundraiser for sale.

    Last T-Shirt with the logo that I designed. Pointer

    From a set of, I believe, twenty produced by Margo and given out to a portion of the last 20 women to finish the 20th anniversary Fiat Road Race in Bielsko-Biała, cf. the movie. This is the last one left in it's original packaging and my supporters - like the poor women of Bielsko - are going to have to fight for it. Whoever invests the most money with me, and who lets me borrow it to invest in the next lot, will not only be rewarded with some beautiful piece of art, but will get this priceless t-shirt as a reward for being my top supporter. $1000.00 or best offer. Remember to authorize me to hold the sum as credit against a future purchase and to authorize me to borrow against it.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #1 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  2. Felt handbag for sale

    Handcrafted felt handbag for sale.

    Felt bag by Dorota. Pointer

    Entirely hand-sewn. Base: polyester felt, 100% PE. Motif: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Unique and inimitable design. Inside: cotton fabric, closes with zipper, inside pocket. Available now for $220.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #2 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  3. Decorative collar for sale

    Handcrafted decorative collar for sale.

    Decorative collar by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Ethnic layered cloth jewelry constructed on a cotton base and adorned with ribbons, tassels, and a yellow fringe. Fastened on the side with 11 buttons, fitted entirely with a pleasant lining. The style is an Indo-Asian-African multinational color combination. The collar is very extravagant and an extraordinary addition to any clothing, guaranteed to attract attention. Just a simple dress and a unique image is ready. Dry-cleaning recommended. Available now for $200.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #3 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  4. Seamless handbag for sale

    Handcrafted seamless handbag for sale.

    Handbag by Sylwia. Pointer

    Handmade from felted all-natural Australian and South American wool. Entirely felted, seamless. Finished with a white lining, inside is a small pocket. Lining is sewn and stitched in by hand. Available now for $180.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #4 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  5. Patchwork quilt for sale

    Handcrafted patchwork quilt for sale.

    Patchwork quilt by Alicja. Pointer

    Bedspread made of cotton and polyester material. Inserted with polyester lining. 90 by 70 cm. Available now for $120.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #5 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  6. Nuno-felt shawl for sale

    Handcrafted nuno-felt shawl for sale.

    Shawl by Sylwia. Pointer

    Scarf made ​​with the nuno felting technique (wet felting fibre into a silk gauze) using South American wool. Two-sided scarf with latticework at the ends. Wholly in the colors red, black, green in an abstract pattern. Available now for $100.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #6 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  7. Clara the doll for sale

    Handcrafted clara the doll for sale.

    Clara by Alicja. Pointer

    Clara loves roses and greenery, adores tormenting spiders with long legs and sleeping soundly in the afternoon. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #7 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  8. Noah the doll for sale

    Handcrafted noah the doll for sale.

    Noah by Alicja. Pointer

    Noah doesn't know what to like and what not to like but keeps wondering and thinking about it. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #8 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  9. Black suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted black suspenders for sale.

    Black suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders from black material with a rose motif on one side and striped cotton on the other. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #9 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  10. Orange suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted orange suspenders for sale.

    Orange suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and orange material with a Polish floral folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #10 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  11. Green suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted green suspenders for sale.

    Green suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and green material with a mountain folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #11 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  12. Felt earrings for sale

    Handcrafted felt earrings for sale.

    Felt earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Pendant of anti-allergenic metal. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #12 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  13. Round ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted round ceramic earrings for sale.

    Round ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #13 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  14. Oblong ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted oblong ceramic earrings for sale.

    Oblong ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #14 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  15. 'Coral' necklace for sale

    Handcrafted 'coral' necklace for sale.

    Corals by Sylwia. Pointer

    Necklace made ​​of cotton pieces with organdy and decorated with beads, suspended on cotton strings. Can be worn as a necklace, as a brooch or as a belt tied at the side. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #15 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

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