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A map showing Bielsko-Biala's position within Silesia
Bielsko-Biała lies in the corner of Silesia
Margo behind a tree

Non Fictional, a cultural reference

Understanding the world from all angles...

Michal wants his films to empower women... What made him try?Filmy dla Kobiet poster

Women are not weak. Most of them have ten hands. What many of them lack in comparison to men is aggression. Men like to act without listening. I want to empower women so that they can influence men to act more favorably for justice, equality and peace.Pointer

Through hard work and perseverance, I've learned to start listening to women. I'd be proud to give everyone a chance to make that lesson stick for them.

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.

Your support ensures that films for women will make a difference.

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Janina: An Oral History of the Twentieth Century in Southern PolandPointer

Chapter 12: Enemies of Communism

Janina describes her adventure at the cinema and how its owner and other prominent citizens later met a terrible fate at the hands of Soviet invaders.

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

Strength and dignity are her clothing...

Proverbs 31:25

Author's Note: I have been enjoined from sharing the details of my true romance adventure until such time that the other party is prepared to present her perspective on the affair arrangement...Pointer

When I arrived in Europe on the 20th of June, 2011, I had no plan and certainly no idea that by the end of the week I would be practicing photography with a woman I had never met, a naturist who had never before allowed herself to be photographed nude. It was the first of a whole series of firsts for the both of us.

Though as an artist I had been working on body acceptance since the start of my career, and as a one-time practicing figure model was used to being nude in a social setting, I had been left largely unexposed to the community of naturists and nudists working towards the same goal of promoting the human being. Visiting nude beaches and resorts along the East Coast and participating in events organized around New York by Young Naturists America, I was left hungry for more and had come to Europe to see things from their side of the pond. Margo was my introduction.

From America I brought with me the American can-do spirit. She saw the car that I had bought, the terrible camp stove I had borrowed, and my sundry canned goods and challenged me to make-do. In my optimism I assured her that if we lacked for anything I would make up the difference. She assured me that if she lacked for anything she would find her way to the nearest airport and fly home. Luckily that never happened.

Do unto others as you would have done unto you. But how to judge what we would want done to us if we've never been in somebody else's shoes? If we've never been abandoned by our mother, how do we treat somebody who has? Somebody who seems to constantly suffer the repurcussions of it? Margo and I had 46 days and 6,000 miles to try on each other's shoes. We had one car and one tent in which to hear each other's words. We learned to cooperate. We started learning how to listen.

One of Margo's pictures from our trip across Europe.

6,000 miles across Europe with a complete stranger

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a collection of modern art prints and posters

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.

Michal's Dictionary:
Non Fictional

Each successive pillar of culture is built upon the previous one. Just as you cannot have Saturday without Friday, you cannot have a strong military without successful children. You can't have successful children without good science. Proper science requires a strong and confident body politic to accept its conclusions. A strong body politic, a peaceful assembly, is made up of strong families. A family is built upon labor. Labor is guided by art.

Good art is a good idea well expressed. A victory over oblivion. Carry that thought down the line. Efficient labor sows the fruit of capitalism. The members of a loving family pray to each other. A just constitution keeps the assembly focused. Science studies movement. Education inspires children. Children grow strong and defend our freedom. Democracy thrives.

Our problem is not that we lack a strong army or smart teachers or scientists or political dialogue or money or prayer. Our probem is that nothing ties it together. Our culture is unraveling. We have business executives who only care about the bottom line. We have church leaders who only care about the good name of the church. We have politicians who only care about getting re-elected. We have artists who only care about their self-expression.

Our pillars of culture have climbed quite high. Yet there's nothing but hot air at the top. There's no roof over our heads. We're exposed. Either nobody taught the people at the top to listen to each other or the only way to get to the top is by not listening. Don't say nobody taught us how. Whenever people try we crucify them. That has to change. We need to accept the fact that we are building this church of Man together and it needs a roof.

We need to bridge the pillars of culture.

Pronunciation of Non FictionalMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the words "non fictional."

Video of me pronouncing "non fictional."

Definition of Non FictionalMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish the definition of Non Fictional.

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Samples of Fiction from Michal's CorpusMargo on a trampoline

An image of young Michal sitting on a potty in front of a typewriter

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 #2860

twitter swears on his anonymous biological mothers future.and.possibly.current grave .those were not my pants. i took somebody elses..

Chase Credit

28 August, 11:12 AM

Frame #5527

i think i hear cannon fire. its coming from the north.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

24 November, 8:20 AM

Frame #1257

jayce - im sorry you missed the take.down. i happened to be next door canvassing for a nonprofit when chase called. it was a pure coincidence.

Justin Bieber

9 August, 9:34 AM

Frame #3606

the community center is a non.profit membership.based society that hosts classes. teaching seminars. workshops. a play area is maintained.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

9 September, 5:46 PM

Frame #6898

im told the doctors and the nurses have been working nonstop for six hours. is that how long weve been fighting. it feels like six minutes.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

23 December, 8:13 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.

The order's Rule was modeled after the Benedictine and was cowritten by Jesus and the Pope, who took a very serious personal interest. The Cosmonauts were divided into four classes: two ranks of combatants - knights and sergeants, who were necessarily members of the Brigade - and two ranks of non-combatants - chaplains, who were consecrated priests, and servants, who were either tenants in charge of management or nurses in charge of health care. Requirements for admission to these ranks were stipulated by the Rule, and, though initially the Pope was allowed to choose, albeit it with Jesus's approval, the number and identity of the chaplains, afterwards, on Mars, only the Grand Master would need decide. Jesus was allowed to choose his own servants and sergeants but candidates for the knighthood would have to be approved by the chaplains. Vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience only had to be permanent for chaplains and knights. Everyone else could take temporary vows if he or she so desired. The vow of chastity, as it pertained to non-clerics, did not include celibacy but allowed for marriage within the order.

Verse 89 from the chapter called Vows

Forgive me, child, when I say that I found her, at first, only somewhat attractive. Her forehead was huge; her chin, nonexistent. Only later did I fully realize how well the two complemented each other - it required a sophisticated taste, one which I did not yet possess - but, nevertheless, even the most sophisticated taste would have required some sort of refinement to accept her beauty for what it was: complex and unrepentant. Unearthly was the best word. She was half-Japanese and half-Martian, which made her broad and narrow at the same time. It gave her a short and straight and yet upturned nose that anywhere else would've been ugly, but which on her was essential to the whole. It was a package of such unexpected brilliance that the parts were too bold to allow for quick and easy appreciation of the angelic splendor that shone from within and without. She was light. She was truly an angel. Hers was the most serene and gentle complexion I would ever come to value, and, at first, it struck me as rather odd. It was square and round, flat and curved, with almond-shaped eyes whose lids folded around her eyeballs - they were beautiful eyes. I came to love them with all my heart. What a strange and complex face your mother had.

Verse 442 from the chapter called Bohemia

Everyone thought your father was in trouble, but nobody said a goddamn thing. What were they going to do? Call him a Communist? I was very proud. We had done a brave thing: we had learned the true words and we had sung them - your father had sung them, loud and clear - but those who were brave had whispered: they had shown their allegiance to the warrior of truth, even though none of us had any idea what those true words had meant. We did it for the sake of truth - for the sake of truth and solidarity.

Verse 117 from the chapter called Childhood

"You call my father great. Was he great when he failed? when he gained his infamy for the sacrifice he had my mother make? Was that not greatness? You look back nowadays and you say 'See: this man was there in the beginning; if not for him, none of this progress would've taken place' - but you reviled him then. You laughed at him for losing everything he had: first his wife, then his fortune, then his health - but you weren't even around by then. You didn't care anymore. You didn't mind if he sold his books in the street. You ignored him. And thank you very much: he deserved it. He deserved to die in ignominy for what he did. But if you've decided to call my father great once again, remember what that greatness cost: my mother's life.

Verse 195 from the chapter called Security

"I kind of like it," said Zoe. She hugged his waist, nestling her nonexistent chin into his trapezius. Jesus just laughed and laughed.

Verse 698 from the chapter called Security

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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.

There was something else different about this dream: unlike the first two, I did not feel my own presence. That was truly disturbing. I don't know where I was - or, I should say, I don't know where that thing was which I was considering to be a projection of my own consciousness. Oh, but that is truly disturbing: why must I write such nonsense? All this dream business has me writing psychobabble: the worst kind of sex-driven mania.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 4, The Fourth Day, Part 1, Our Constitution & Constitutional Reform, Section 1, Losing Oneself, Paragraph 4

You remember what she said at the door? She said: "Albert is always working. He works nonstop: nothing but work, work, work. I am afraid to leave him alone with Olympia. One time, he was in the room with her. He was working of course. And Olympia was jumping on the mattress in her crib. She jumped right out of it! She jumped over the railing. Not only that, but she flipped: in mid-air she flipped around. Luckily too - because that way she must have fell on her back. But she was holding onto the railing - you know? when she jumped? That's why she flipped. Otherwise, she would be dead right now: kaput. She would have fall right on the head. Good thing she is older: she will not crack it. But God knows, she will poke her eye out with scissors and Albert will not even notice. How are you, Giant? You are looking very handsome today, like always - very nice. I wish you all the best on the occasion of your name-day."

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 22, Holidays, Paragraph 3

ANDY: Non obbligato? Liberamento?

INDIE: ...

ANDY: Non troppo.

INDIE: ...

ANDY: Misterioso.

INDIE: ...

ANDY: Ma molto maestoso.

INDIE: Molto?

ANDY: Very.

INDIE: Very what?

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 3, The Third Day, Part 2, Prayer & The Reformation, Section 14, Accounting for the Weightiness of a Kiss, Paragraphs 102-111

It was the most garish thing I had seen in quite a long while, but we were at Vinnie's, and all the loudest customers seemed to be enjoying it. In fact, someone enjoyed it so much, he offered two hundred and five dollars for the first one, who was by far the more attractive. The other one wasn't too shabby, and she received a winning bid of a hundred and seventy-five. No one before them had broken a hundred, and I was worried that Barbara would be disappointed. Not that I should've been worried, because everyone was well on his way to being wasted, and the whole thing was ridiculous anyway. But I was worried nonetheless, and I told Luke to be prepared.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 7, Dating a Woman with Dogs, Paragraph 4

But he was always telling his stories to other people. Some of them I would hear several times, depending on the company we shared, but never, not once, was I personally privileged with a story. His opinions I would hear, sometimes even his principles; he always shared his feelings, which is something I rarely did and only with great difficulty; on the other hand, he rarely gossiped, but he offered countless anecdotes, often involving other people; none of these, however, were stories, which included all these elements and more besides.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 2, Section 5, Falling in Love, Paragraph 4, Clauses 4-7

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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.

One time, Patsy came close to capturing his suspect. The man had suddenly vanished from his post at the Dai-Kannon when Patsy and Morimoto had shown up to question him. Giving fruitless chase through the streets of Ito, Patsy returned to his Tokyo hotel to find none other than Ranger Juanita. She had taken leave from the Park Service to join him. "That's very kind of you," said the young lieutenant.

– from “A Cop Named Patsy,” a funny story featuring a cop who learns to like Japan

"I was some kind of decoy?" asked Tatum.

"It doesn't matter. Pat and I had remote access to your PDA. He saw something in one of the photos you took: a toy his daughter left behind. If not for that, none of this would have happened."

Tatum shook her head. "If you knew so much about the money laundering, why didn't you bring him in for lottery fraud? You could have stopped him from killing an innocent man."

"I made a mistake. I apologize."

"I want to know why."

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story featuring a frank discussion of the lengths a person will go to in order to belong

"We're 23 and 2 in the first quarter mile. Va-Va-Va-Voom nudges past Chesspiece. Jalopy holds along the rail. Collegiate maintains his lead, followed by Jalopy on the inside, Bust by Anonymous and Alfalfa Molina. Why the Long Face is on the inside fighting Clutch Bag for fifth, two lengths ahead of Farmer's Market with Unkempt Woman on the outside, Va-Va-Va-Voom trailing by a length.

– from “A Horse Named Clutch Bag,” an inspiring story featuring a man oblivious to the needs of the world

At first, Patsy would squat down and humbly clean himself, paying particularly close attention to "over there." Seeing that this was the method favored by women and not by most men, by the time he visited the Dai-Kannon of Izu, and stayed in the shadow of Mount Fuji, Patsy's skill had increased so dramatically, he was able to stride into the bathing area, swoop down, grab a ladle without disturbing its bucket, splash his genitalia with what little water was there, the way a cook might add a bit of garlic to his Zampone, and, with a flick of the wrist, deposit the ladle in yet another bucket before crying "banzai" and cannonballing into the water. Though superficially disgusted by this when they were together, when alone, the ladies seemed to admire it.

– from “A Cop Named Patsy,” a funny story featuring a cop who takes a liking to certain Japanese customs

"If that be true, why are we bargaining with daggers and dead horses instead of with gold?"

"It is none of your concern."

"That is where you are mistaken. I am on a holy quest. I cannot be tainted by villainy."

"I am no villain," cried the woman, "unless it be a crime to love. Have you not dispatched your whole family to the underworld? Let me ask me: is that how all your holy quests begin?"

– from “In the Beginning, There was Gog,” a fantasy story about the strength of faith

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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.

(MS. JACKSON enters.)

MS. JACKSON: Grey Goose!

GREY GOOSE: Speak of the devil.

MS. JACKSON: Up to your old threats again, are you?

GREY GOOSE: Not at all.

MS. JACKSON: Get out.

GREY GOOSE: Stop trying to run me out of my own home.

MS. JACKSON: This is a place of business, mind you, of which you have none.

GREY GOOSE: As it happens, I do.

MS. JACKSON: What's that? Threatening arson?

– ACT I, lines 252-260

(KOKOMO enters.)

KOKOMO: Excuse me.

FLETCHER: Not at all. Come in. I was just cleaning up.

KOKOMO: You weren't doing a very good job, were you?

FLETCHER: (looking down) I guess not.

KOKOMO: Admiring my feet again?

FLETCHER: I happen to like your feet.

KOKOMO: They're too big.

FLETCHER: That's nonsense.

KOKOMO: They're too bony.

– ACT I, lines 1294-1302

(KOKOMO exits.)

GREY GOOSE: Excellent! The day of reckoning has come at last. For too long now, the crimes of my distant past have tarried and o'er me their shadows cast. Restitution's been made, Heavenly King! Grant that my wife be open to forgive a reformed man, who only wants to live in his own home - not like a fugitive on an island full of gossiping cows, who whisper lies, make innuendo, roll their eyes and giggle nonsense, and yet dole out their judgments as if they were a whole judge and jury. Let them bear witness that no woman will run me out of my own home - even if I have to burn it down!

– ACT I, lines 251-251

FLETCHER: It's none of my business.

LESBIAN: Thank you.

– ACT II, lines 293-294

GREY GOOSE: Is that a threat?

FLETCHER: It's a warning. If you come around here looking for trouble, this time I'm going to stop you.

GREY GOOSE: Fair enough.

FLETCHER: Now leave.

GREY GOOSE: I need to fix that dishwasher.

FLETCHER: I'll do it.

GREY GOOSE: If you're so interested in Kokomo, why don't you do something about it?

FLETCHER: That's none of your business.

GREY GOOSE: On the contrary, now that my wife is seeing other people, it is my business.

FLETCHER: If you want to lose whatever chance you have of getting into Mother's good graces, go ahead: make a move. I have to warn you: it won't get you anywhere.

– ACT I, lines 1257-1266

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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.

The surveillance team was lucky they weren't airlocked into oblivion. They caught up with the transport. They rocketed past its puny sails. When the passengers disembarked at one of Earth's orbiting elevators Orbitz was among them. The men breathed a sigh of relief. They decided to cling to their subject like spoiled lettuce. If Orbitz was aware of them he didn't show it. He went straight to a curiosity shop outside of Lubbock, Texas. The men waited in the street in a nondescript white autovan. They plugged in their earpieces. They heard the jingling of a bell. Footsteps.

– from “The Death and Life of Captain Orbitz,” a science fiction romance dictated by my respect for Stanislaw Lem, if you know who that is

I've never seen a woman as proud as my mother is. As dignified as she tries to be. Lose control of herself in such a disgusting way. She lunged for the computer. She tried to stick her hand between the screen and the keyboard to prevent me from shutting it. As if it were a cannon primed to fire. Aimed at me. And all she had to do was light the fuse.

– from “The Backed-Up Toilet,” a literature story based on real life, namely mine

The wedding was postponed. Steve O got a chance to look deep into his heart. He explored his feelings. Adam helped Steve O realize that enjoying a finger up the bum had nothing to do with being gay. If Steve O had romantic feelings for Adam, as Adam might still have for Steve O, there were ways in which they could develop those feelings in a non-sexually threatening way.

– from “A Finger Up The Bum,” a gay fiction story that shouldn't cause a fuss, but what you make of it is up to you

"Albert is always working," she said. "Nonstop: nothing but work, work, work." The exasperation was normal; the barrage of complaint, familiar. Last time we met, she was whining about the way he left papers spread about. Before that, it was his habit of leaving jam-stained knives on the counter.

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

My thoughts raced. What was going on? I imagined leaning over and kissing her. I shook my head. Why would I think that? I considered putting my hand on her knee. What for? Nonsense. I remembered how I grasped her bare buttocks. My God. What had I done?

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that may ease one's sense of distaste 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

The Body Acceptance Calendar

A really good idea for a monthly calendar

If a 45-year-old businesswoman and hard working mother of three kids is going to pose nude for a calendar, it's gonna have to be a good one. Margo didn't start a coffee shop called the Vagina Cafe to win her favors from the establishment. Even as she dishes out prizes to the 20 women who placed last in the twentienth anniversary run of her town's biggest road race, her business, unlike everyone else, doesn't get mentioned. She was an official sponsor for Christ's sake! But the announcer just couldn't swallow his patriarchy and get the words "Vagina Cafe" out of his mouth. That's not something a proper gentleman would say in front of a crowd of humble God-fearing "ladies" who cherish their modesty! And a Body Acceptance Calendar is certainly not what a humble God-fearing book-seller like a Barnes and Noble would put on their shelves! So how do I expect to sell this in the mainstream? Maybe if you download the free versions a thousand billion times it might help. Start downloading.

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Michal's Sales Pitch
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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