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Oppression isn't something you can eradicate without learning how to listen. I don't just mean hearing words being spoken. To me, to listen to somebody is to consider their needs as if they were your own. That is a thankless task.Pointer

By getting myself to start listening to women, I want to give others a chance to do the same thing.

I've decided to export fine art handcrafted by women in Poland to America. High quality handcrafted art produced by high quality women deserves to be shared. The more I can sell stateside to people who know the difference, the more I can buy from those whose worthy hands to continue the fight for openness and equality, a fight that I've taken to the world wide web.

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While a group of right-wing nationalist sympathizers protest the existence of feminists in Poland near the entrance to the Vagina Cafe, its proprietor dons a gorilla suit and boxing gloves and proceeds to analyze relations between men and women.

Help End Insider Trading With ArtOne of Margo's pictures from our trip across Europe.

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Proverbs 31:25

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By the end of my first week in Europe in 2011, I had bought a car and out of the blue had met the woman who would join me on a 6,000 mile trek across the European continent, sharing the beat-up car that I had bought and the one small tent from Walmart that I had brought along with me on my flight.

Though I felt fully formed as a writer, and had been trained in visual language, it was my first time with a professional camera in my hands. I was just learning the ins and outs and had come to Europe to find as diverse a selection of subject matter as possible, preferably something that fit my aesthetic devotion to promoting body acceptance. Enter Margo.

As an American, I was full of optimism and confidence bordering on recklessness. I was ready to run the wheels off the car I had just bought and eventually I would. As a European, she was cautious and mistrustful. She needed to make sure the air conditioner worked. Which it did. If you knew how to turn the broken knob in just the right way.

There were times during our trip when I thought there might not be a happy ending. There were times when disaster was close and I wondered whether I hadn't made a mistake. I wondered whether fear, anger or sadness might triumph and one of us would have to finished the journey alone. Though I dangled from the cliffs of Normady I was saved. Though the lights went out I rode on. Though I ran the tires down to the wire I was okay. We drove home in one piece. We came home happy. We had started the process of learning how to listen and the sound of it was beautiful. We could be sure that we were ready to conquer the devils that abuse us no matter how long it would take.

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During our trip across Europe, Margo very bravely opened up to me and to the camera. It was a difficult thing to do considering the scars that she carries. I wanted to share with the world her often joyful, often sad, often angry but always liberating experience except that the Internet is full of pictures of naked women and men and full of trolls who abuse them.

I realized that what I really need to point out is not the openness that Margo and I cultivated between ourselves, but the darkness that continues to surround us. When I censor nudity, I do so in a way that does not compromise the integrity of the human body. In censoring the photographs that Margo and I took during our trip, I was quick to notice that in those pictures where Margo was at her most open, at her most unguarded and most relaxed, in a word, when she was herself and basking in the sun I was forced to blacken her completely.

Why does our society drive people into darkness? Why can we not accept ourselves as we are? Why can we not accept our bodies? Have we truly become eunuchs? Or are we capable of defying the sickness that pits us against each other? Together we could conquer the devils that abuse us.

Whether you enjoy being nude or not, whether you've been photographed nude or not, but especially if, for you, like for Margo, it's something you never thought you would do, consider submitting your own photograph to be published in a censored manner as a form of protest against the ubiquitous presence of the human body on the internet, naked or not, that is published and duplicated ad infinitum without context and without regard for the identity or the needs of the individual being depicted.

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Meaning Of Fiction

I fondly remember the Scholastic Book Club catalogs I got in elementary school when I was a kid. I was always looking forward to getting them. It was fun to read all the descriptions and figure out what types of literature interested me the most, although it was particularly upsetting if a world literature anthology I liked was too expensive to even think about buying. I had to make informed decisions. Otherwise it meant a trip to the library and the hope that somebody else wouldn't have checked out any of my books-to-read.

There was one book that was always at the library but that I never had the courage to check out. It wasn't science fiction. It was a book about sex. I was afraid to hold it. Opening it made my heart race. I was afraid to be seen standing in the aisle. I had to switch aisles. I was a long way from the children's section but this was the one place in my world where I could see what a naked girl my age looked like. In the photograph she was standing in a line of girls and women, each progressively taller, older, rounder, fuller. If I had been able to at the time, I would've given this book a nobel prize just for this photograph. I wanted to know what girls were hiding and this was the one book that had the courage to show me the truth. Just having the chance to see the truth was satisfying, not to mention the fact that I was fascinated by the changes represented in those bodies. That I had to hide myself in a corner of a public library in Lincoln, Nebraska in order to see this truth opened up many questions for me.

The last time I was in a library I saw a grown man sitting in front of a computer unashamedly clicking through pictures of large breasts in bikinis on Facebook. If this man were able to do it, I'm sure he would give Facebook a nobel prize for providing this type of literature. He and I are products of a culture that fetishizes the human body. All primitive cultures fetishize something. They give it a specific charge, either positive or negative. It's the "why" that drives a community. Cowboys drive a herd of cattle by negatively fetishizing the land on either side. Men are driven the same way. For us to build a truly free society, one marked not just by sophisticated technology but also by a sophisticated culture, we will have to destroy the fetishes that drive us.

It doesn't matter what types of literature you like. Whether you like reading science-fiction or sampling world literature of an adult nature, just keep in mind that your choice is a little nobel prize of its own. Your choice dictates what kind of writing takes place. If you want humanity to live like cattle, do nothing. If you want to be a cowboy like me, see the fetish for what it is. Destroy its power.

Pronunciation of Meaning Of FictionMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the words "meaning of fiction."

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Definition of Meaning Of FictionMargo on a trampoline

The Meaning Of Fiction, that is, the true meaning of fiction is that facts are ultimately immaterial, meaning that at a certain point the scientific method will always break down and fetishizing it will only lead to disappointment.

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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 #2424

pandora doesnt get the meaning of hearsay. she keeps insisting the tip is good. how can she know. why am i the bad guy for not trusting it.

JC Penney

21 August, 1:03 AM

Frame #2581

chase boarded the train armed. which was justified. but he didnt identify himself as a bbr agent meaning shooting at him could be justified.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

22 August, 11:26 AM

Frame #643

in the words of my mentor. the neglected cant help themselves until they see a person make a meaningful and irrefutable sacrifice for them.

Ikea Credit

2 August, 4:38 PM

Frame #4221

im chickening out. not that im a coward. the way chase talks i sometimes get confused. he doesnt know the meaning of prudence.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

29 September, 4:20 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.

"That's nice," I said, chortling. "He can help me look for bullets." There was no way of knowing exactly what she meant without asking, but it seemed as if she were trying to say that she was still 'standing by her man,' which was meaningless, of course, considering that she had shown up. "We should go someplace wet," I said, "where the rain might've uncovered something." I led the way.

Verse 788 from the chapter called Bohemia

At first, we danced without touching. She avoided my hands and kept space between our bodies. We gyrated our hips and kicked our legs. Your mother enjoyed kicking her legs, as though she didn't want anyone to get very close to her. We swung our hands about and yanked our feet. We wigwagged, made signs to each other, and winked. We rolled our shoulders and twitched our heads. Finally, there was no escape: I took her hand and placed my arm around her waist. I led; she followed. I moved her to the rhythm of the dance. I let her spin. She stepped in between my legs, wrapped around them, and back. She felt the magic. I communicated. Speaking with movement, she responded. She felt the force of my hand: its presence; then, its absence. She understood its meaning. She yielded, then moved ahead. She stepped on my toes. We bumped into each other.

Verse 485 from the chapter called Bohemia

Now, in those days, in Poland, there was a law that said you couldn't publish or broadcast an alleged criminal's last name; nor could you publish or broadcast his photograph without adding a black strip over his eyes. Unfortunately, most of the alleged criminals who made the news were public officials or else otherwise famous people whose names and likenesses were universally recognized. Thus, your father had to be referred to in the press as Jesus H. - even though his father's name (which was Jesus's name as well) could be mentioned in the same sentence. This farce was well known to the public, but it gained new meaning when Jesus was released from jail and the black strip disappeared from over his eyes.

Verse 199 from the chapter called Security

With the lounge emptied, there was only going to be one guard on the way to Zoe's room. He was the independent variable. There was a chance that he could be in the darkened lounge, or next to the doorway to the kitchen, or, worst of all, on the stairs to the third floor. He would have to be subdued. The problem was that there were security cameras everywhere. If the lounge were darkened, as was planned, there was a good chance that my activities there would go largely unnoticed. Only my passage to Zoe's room would be cause for alarm, but not enough to make the security director inform Leonard Cohen-Krupnik, at least not until he had sent someone to investigate. With one guard strangely unavailable, he would have to send the fourth-floor guard. While that guard were busy trying to unlock or break down Zoe's door, I would already be half-way through the air-conditioning duct. Stalin, having received my call (meaning that the first guard had been subdued) would already have swung onto the balcony and, having entered the darkened salon, would be waiting behind the door to the hallway. As soon as he heard my cries from Leonard Cohen-Krupnik's office, he would rush into the hallway, take the mirror off the wall, lean it against him, and, turning around and opening the double doors as if he were Zoe returning, my attention diverted, I would immediately turn around to face him and, pointing my pistol away from Leonard Cohen-Krupnik - just in case I didn't hear the left-hand topmost drawer opening, or the hammer of a gun being cocked - Stalin would, as quickly as possible, maneuver the mirror into such a place as would allow me, first, to witness Leonard Cohen-Krupnik raising his gun, and then, to avert mortal sin and felonious crime as I, in the last second, turned back and, kneeling to the side, avoided his greedy bullet while, simultaneously, sending him to his ultimate judgment. It was a brilliant plan, but dependent on God.

Verse 1148 from the chapter called Security

There was heresy as well. People were confused by the possible meanings of penitential flagellation. Was it a replacement for the sacrament of reconciliation? Obviously not - but what was it? Was it important if the priests weren't around when you confessed? Would you have to confess your sins again? People wondered whether a person like your father could be whipped for something that he only thought might happen.

Verse 484 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.

ANDY: I hope it won't be that hard to understand once you're reading it. I worry that I'm going to take things for granted. I feel like - right now - I'm thinking about things philosophically - for myself - so I know what I'm doing - but, in a way that won't be there on the page, and I'm afraid that people won't get it. I don't know. It's all meaningless. I say it's about the present, but that's only because it concerns our future. You know? Where are we going? et cetera. So it only makes sense that the book takes place in the future.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 3, The Third Day, Part 2, Prayer & The Reformation, Section 10, Bringing Up a Sore Subject, Paragraph 28

You took great pains to make that moment sound entirely accidental, but your insistence was very suspicious. You claim that you did not consciously initiate the look, but I am not convinced that you did not in some way anticipate it. The movement of your head and the meeting of your eyes that allowed you to share this look may have been reflex actions, but the words that preceded those actions, at least in my opinion, sound far too suggestive to have crossed your mind without the slightest warning of their potential meaning. As far as I'm concerned, there is only so much spontaneity in a thought process that allows you to combine such words in the appropriate syntax; there is too much preparation involved in delivering such a sentence, too much control required to articulate those words calmly in a quiet tenor.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 4, Doubting a Man's Intentions, Paragraph 2

I have to tell you something, A. Jo Ann. It's been bothering me for a long time: something Albert said to me - something superficially harmless, but which, under the circumstances, might have a deeper meaning. I can't be sure. I've been dwelling on it for a week.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 4, The Fourth Day, Part 2, The Assembly & Government Reform, Section 5, The Power of Words, Paragraph 1

Then again, the whole situation was odd and disquieting to begin with. Albert's words were part of a larger experience: a very troubling and strange experience. At the time, its true meaning was concealed; now that Albert has collapsed, I begin to understand, and, recalling that experience, I suddenly remembered his words. Considering them now, in the current situation, I immediately realized what kind of serious implication they harbored.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 4, The Fourth Day, Part 2, The Assembly & Government Reform, Section 5, The Power of Words, Paragraph 3

It is all I can do to contain it. Sometimes it is so powerful it begins to affect my outer members; they can sense the gravity of the feeling, and like the tides by the moon, they are pushed and pulled by the force of its presence. I can sense how they are affected. And then I must fight back the feeling and squeeze it down with great difficulty. I am afraid of its power. I am afraid of its meaning. I know what it signifies: it is a reflection of my own corporality. It is my own organism calling to itself, perhaps even calling to other organisms. And my conscious mind can only interpret so much, leaving my soul without the best of information.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 5, Inflammation of the Loins, Paragraph 1, Clauses 7-16

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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.

Meanwhile, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police, at Patsy's suggestion, searched rooftops near sites of questionable suicides for evidence of anything remotely resembling a breakaway collar. They found nothing. Detective Morimoto was discouraged. Sitting by the bay, he saw a white egret fly past him. Landing in a pile of refuse, it reminded him of the old saying, hakidame ni tsuru, meaning, a crane in the garbage dump.

– from “A Cop Named Patsy,” a funny story featuring a guy who kills people in a very specific manner

Detective Morimoto's wife and daughter were lovely people. They asked him what he was doing in Japan. He tried to explain with his pocket dictionary that, "Over there," meaning America, "I was shown, by a mother, a beautiful woman whom I saw myself naked." They both giggled until they turned beet-red.

– from “A Cop Named Patsy,” a funny story featuring a cop who takes his work seriously but still like to joke around

"Are you sure you have to go?" asked Neal. "It gets lonely like this." Tatum apologized. She turned away. She tried not to walk too fast. It was too late, she thought. Neal knew something was up. He was part of it. He could have written the note. Tatum asked herself, Why? What was the meaning of this ridiculous game?

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story featuring the dark side of the moon

Tae fashioned posts to mark the edges of the realm. On each he carved two characters: a picture of a head poking through a robe, meaning "Bo," and a picture of another head over a foot in the crossroads, meaning "way."

Bo didn't like it. She thought it was overbearing. She told Tae to add the foot in the crossroads to the first character, making it mean "far." She told him the sign should read, "Farway."

– from “How Tae & Bo Took Over the World and Kung & Fu Didn't,” an apocryphal bible story featuring a bunch of prisoners sent to a planet to fend for themselves

In Japan, Patsy worked hard to acclimatize to the culture. He learned words like onna, meaning "woman," and utsukushii, meaning "beautiful," which Patsy found himself using all the time. There were also more complex words like kon'yoku, meaning "mixed bathing," and hadaka-mairi, meaning "visiting a shrine naked." One never knew when those might come in handy.

– from “A Cop Named Patsy,” a funny story featuring a cop who likes to joke around

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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.

(FLETCHER exits in a rush.)

KOKOMO: It's still warm. Would you like some?

ALICE: Yes, please.

KOKOMO: I'll get you a cup.

ALICE: You're such a sweetie.

KOKOMO: Don't mention it.

ALICE: I mean it. You do so much around here. Nobody seems to notice.

KOKOMO: I know.

ALICE: Least of all your boss.

KOKOMO: Don't get me started.

– ACT I, lines 811-819

ALICE: Where is she?

KOKOMO: In what seems like paradise: Western Samoa.

ALICE: I thought you liked it here.

KOKOMO: I do. I can't help being homesick. Norfolk is small. Between the locals and the tourists, I think I've had enough.

ALICE: I understand.

KOKOMO: There aren't so many tourists back home. The islands are big. Half the land is forest.

ALICE: It sounds nice.

KOKOMO: It's a mixed blessing. Few tourists means fewer crowds but also less money.

ALICE: Do a lot of Samoans emigrate?

KOKOMO: They do. It's different for me. I'm half European. My father's from Vladivostok.

– ACT I, lines 830-839

FLETCHER: It makes me jealous.

ALICE: Why should you be jealous? By the sound of things, you get plenty of action.

FLETCHER: What do you mean?

ALICE: Didn't you say a pair of nine-year-olds caught you kissing a married woman?

FLETCHER: That was nothing. There have been some other things.

ALICE: Such as?

– ACT I, lines 636-641

(MS. JACKSON starts towards the music box)
GREY GOOSE: Don't look. You'll give us all away.

MS. JACKSON: What do you mean?

FLETCHER: It'd be impolite, Mother. A certain somebody would 'face the music.'

GREY GOOSE: How much is in there?

FLETCHER: You'll keep your word?

GREY GOOSE: Yes.

FLETCHER: If I'm lucky, three thousand dollars.

KOKOMO: Three thousand dollars! That means-

FLETCHER: We can retire.

KOKOMO: Thank God. My throat can't take it anymore.

– ACT II, lines 411-420

MS. JACKSON: Fletcher Christian. Did you take it?

FLETCHER: Why the hell would I take it?

MS. JACKSON: It's gone.

FLETCHER: So?

MS. JACKSON: You've been antagonizing me all day.

FLETCHER: That doesn't mean that I took it.

– ACT I, lines 208-213

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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.

"It's only a nickname. Andrea gave it to me." Nike stressed the first syllable, as if it were a girl's name. Indiana didn't realize he was referring to you.

"Is she your girlfriend?"

"I used to think so. Until he started growing a beard."

Indiana laughed. "You mean András! I call him by his Hungarian name." She leaned in to whisper, "I think he likes it."

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

The case against Captain Orbitz stymied. The investigation plodded on. It was discovered that Orbitz had recently purchased a ship, the Nautilus. It was capable of inter-brane travel. He was seen in private conversation with an enginner from a planet abandoned by the Alliance to marauding Scutus forces. He was in constant contact with the lieutenant in charge of operating the prototype for an automated combat system. All of it curious. None of it meaningful. When the funding for the combat system was discontinued as part of a swath of spending cuts it generated the usual bitterness and threats among the interested parties. Among them turned out to be Orbitz. Within one microarcsecond of the announcement he tendered his resignation. It was an outrage. He was the poster child of the military. If he didn't want to be a courier anymore he could have a desk job. He could be a liaison. Or a recruiter. He didn't have to quit. According to Orbitz he could no longer serve a government that didn't safeguard its own citizens. As far as the Admiralty could tell he was referring to some outlying garbage planet. It was obscene.

– from “The Death and Life of Captain Orbitz,” a science fiction romance written in honor of Stanislaw Lem, if you know who that is

Proctor took Simmons with him to John Gamble's apartment. Gamble opened the door. He was a pale willowy blond man with thin glasses. He seemed shocked to see them. "What's going on, officers," he asked. "I mean, detectives." His voice was trembling. "Is this about the serial killer?"

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

Grandmother blushed. "You mean, look up a chimney? I'm afraid there was only one chimney in the house where I grew up. It was in the kitchen, next to the table, which, by midnight, was always surrounded by drunk men. They wanted me to do it. They said, 'Reinhard is on the roof. Go quickly. Look up. Don't forget to take off your clothes.' You have to understand, Reinhard was the ugliest man in town."

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

"My English is good. That's true. I went to school here in the States."

Indiana smiled. "I mean to say you speak with a clarity of purpose."

Nike feigned offense. "Are you saying I have an accent?"

"Not as bad as mine."

"Your accent is beautiful."

"You should hear me speak French."

"You should hear me speak Hungarian."

Indiana laughed. "My language is difficult."

"You'll have to teach me."

"It takes practice."

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

Love is the answer...

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

Are you a eunuch?

The art show that defies abuse

St. Sebastian

Wall art symbolizing strength and protest

St. Sebastian was a member of the Roman Emperor's praetorian guard who had the audacity to teach Christian values while on the job. I think active duty American military men and women who don't vote or who don't publicly express a political opinion because of the uniform are either being idiotic or are being cowed by the threat of punishment from a superior. Either way, they're eunuchs. My purpose in creating the St. Sebastian Series is to put the flesh and face of the true soldier front and center. The good soldier puts his mission ahead of himself. He often ends up dead. The true soldier knows a bad mission when he sees one and he isn't afraid to say it. Saint Sebastian was not a cow, despite what clever people would have you believe. Saint Sebastian is a patron saint for all protestors who face the arrows of the mob for speaking out.

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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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