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Margo behind a tree

Folk Art Prints, a cultural reference

Understanding the world from all angles...

Michal makes movies for women... What kind of man is he?Filmy dla Kobiet poster

A strong woman makes me feel strong. A strong woman takes the time and the effort to consider my needs as if they were her own. She listens to me. It's time I started listening to her. I'm proud to listen - even if I fail to meet someone else's needs I can be proud that I took the time to judge them important.Pointer

By bringing myself to the point where I can actually listen to women, I want to show everyone that it's possible.

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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Bielsko Biała Club #3: Decade

Not content with the scene at Labyrinth, the Queen of Cats takes her panthers to a club called Decade, where a live saxophonist loosens up her kittens.

Help End Prejudice With Truth in 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

Europe, the summer of 2011. Twelve countries. 46 days. One car. One tent. One man. One woman he's just met.

I had come to Europe to experience European naturism, a movement whose philosophy matched my aesthetic of body acceptance and whose organizational structure and leadership I had thought almost exclusively restricted to the western half of the continent. I was shocked to learn that naturism had an official home in Poland, a country not especially known for its liberal culture. I was less shocked to discover that the home was owned by a Dutchman, but even more shocked to learn that it had been largely built by Margo.

I had an American passport. She didn't. And the fact that I was driving a car with Polish license plates gave her ample opportunity to point out the difference. It wasn't just police and border guards who ethnically profiled me. Regular folks did it too. One campsite owner didn't shake my hand until he realized I was an American. By that point, I had trained myself to use a simplified English, something that more closely resembled what passes for a lingua franca in Europe these days. Something Margo was trying very hard to master.

6,000 miles. One car. One tent. We started learning how to listen. We started learning how to open up. We started cooperating. Even when we were angry, even when it was so difficult that it didn't seem like it would turn out well, we stuck it out. We completed the trip and we came back happy. We had beaten the devil on the road. Back home more devils were waiting to abuse us. More anger. More fear. More sadness. This time we were prepared. This time we had each other and we could harken back to the joy and the trust and the suprise that 6,000 miles had created. We could remember what it was like to live in one tent.

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:
Folk Art Prints

Art is the expression of an idea. Often that idea is simply the form of the expression itself, the beautiful or not-so-beautiful shape of an otherwise meaningless gesture. This is decorative art. It encompasses everything from origami to cheap romance novels. It is popular and if you want to put a decorative print on your wall, you can buy one at a place like Ikea.

Most artists with ambition create documentary art, meaning the ideas embedded in their work relate to something beyond the undulations of their expressiveness. Instead of just making a new twist, they try to make that twist seem extra clever. It means something beyond being just a twist. In the most obscene cases, an artist won't even tell you what it means and suggests you figure it out for yourself. No other profession gets away with this. It's like a prostitute who says he's not sure if he does anal.

I try not to be clever. Trying to be clever is what I used to do when I was a child and I wanted attention. I try to be right. I try to discover the truth and pass it along. I try to trust my own judgment.

I've read most of the Bible. It's not a code of laws or something you put on your coffee table because it looks nice. It's one of the greatest documentary works of art ever compiled. When common people started reading it, the Reformation happened. Not everybody read the whole thing, nor did they necessarily understand what they did read, which is why not everything got reformed in the right direction. In their defense though, some parts of the Bible aren't even written in the right way. We all make mistakes. It doesn't mean we shouldn't keep working towards the right reform. That is the idea at the basis of the best art. It's the idea that I'm going to keep repeating because I am too old to be clever.

Pronunciation of Folk Art PrintsMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the words "folk art prints."

Video of me pronouncing "folk art prints."

Definition of Folk Art PrintsMargo on a trampoline

Folk Art Prints are prints created by hill folk or by people who have never seen a high-priced art market.

References for folk art printsMargo on a trampoline

  • I have yet to find good references for Folk Art Prints

     

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 #4118

the public school in la mesa feels like a private school. i thought i was in the wrong place. parents teach art classes here.

Chase Credit

28 September, 8:40 AM

Frame #1332

i know why theres a plane. this place was an amusement park. it had a flight simulation ride. state of the art a hundred years ago.

JC Penney

10 August, 9:27 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 spring was very hot that year - too hot. Turning from fire control and coal investigation, we began providing security for various festivals. Festival organizers, however, were disappointed - not with us, but with people, who were too disinclined to attend. Either temperatures were too hot, or they were too busy doing something else: pursuing fortunes, no doubt, building what they thought were filtered palaces: estates. They weren't in the mood for festivities. It was completely understandable - at least, for the wise: who could expect people to come together when they were so busy setting themselves apart? By September, not a single orchard-grower had the time to attend Orchard Day in Treblinka. The local orchestra performed for a while, then the Dance Club students danced a few dances to records. It was dismal. The commune's Harvest Home celebrations were livelier, but, apart from the local authorities, no one from Treblinka - except for one elderly couple - bothered to come. Town was separating from village.

Verse 235 from the chapter called Security

So his aunt went to get it, but there was no way she could make it. When Jesus got to the front of the check-in line, he told the Polish security guard his situation. "Don't worry," said the guard. "One time, my uncle was at the airport in Chicago and he lost his ticket. They just printed him a new one: it was fine."

Verse 94 from the chapter called Adolescence

"It was my husband's fault," she continued. "He let your father do what he did. I never agreed to it. I don't care what principle you cite; life is more important. Money can rot in hell. My daughter didn't need martyrdom; she needed fresh air! That's why we moved here in the first place - not that it helped. Your father took advantage of that. What a louse! My husband, too! He called himself a poet. He was a baker by trade! His words were always half-baked, like his bread. He lied! (God rest his soul.) When I was next to him, I was 'beloved.' When he was gone, selling his bread, it was somebody else who was sweeter than wine, sweeter than roses, sweeter than his own goddamn urine! Lousy diabetic. I was only there to rub his feet, put cream on his puffed-up anus. He went to orgies! Down the street! At his great friend, Trojanowski's house: he was eighty years old! He was hosting orgies!"

"Orgies?"

Verses 250-251 from the chapter called Adolescence

The courts balked: whether by citing lack of competence or jurisdiction, or by hiding behind inherent technical impossibilities or certain philosophical ambiguities, they ultimately refused your grandfather his precious victories. Did he care? No: "It's for the principle," he said. "If the most disgusting people on Earth can do it, why can't I? Those people get loads and loads of money just because their doctors didn't say: 'Look: your kid's gonna have Down syndrome: better have an abortion.' If the most vile parents on the planet can stand before a judge and claim 'wrongful life' in the case of their retarded children, why can't I ask for help? Sooner or later, someone's gonna crack: I can feel it. You just have to get blue enough."

Verse 57 from the chapter called Adolescence

For three weeks, your mother collected information on the Rathaus Club's security system: where the closed-circuit television monitoring cameras were, where the trained security guards were, their posts, their habits, their levels of responsiveness. Once, your mother yelled, "Help! Help! Bloody murder!" for fifteen minutes before somebody finally came to Leonard Cohen-Krupnik's private office, knocked on the door to his bathroom, and found out that there was no toilet paper. Your mother didn't always take her mission very seriously, but, since Jesus possessed the blueprints to the building, it wasn't very difficult to weed out the inconsistencies.

Verse 1133 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.

Now that I've organized my thoughts, I think I've discovered something: that which is purely love has a very specific nature, which is not shared by the many other things we associate with it. These things can be distinguished by their place of origin. Thanks to the body, we experience attraction, otherwise known as 'eros,' a feeling based on sexual desire that turns us into 'lovers.' Thanks to the spirit, or what we otherwise call the heart, we experience enthusiastic devotion, which springs from a combination of higher feelings, what we otherwise call emotions, which are based on personal ties. These feelings are the basis of 'romance,' which, out of all things associated with love, is the most subject to personality, and which, depending on what our personalities are like, turns us into 'spouses,' whether we espouse a person or a cause.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 7, The Seventh Day, Part 1, Strength & Security Sector Reform, Section 2, Facing a Choice, Paragraph 3

Among these photographs, there were a lot of small decorative objects: homemade objets d'art - like: cotton-ball snowmen with carefully glued faces. There was pottery with fingerprints. There were men made out of alphabet blocks, with felt strips for legs and arms and big felt hats on top of wooden spherical heads. Their faces were simply painted; they had bells for hands and feet. I picked one up and it jingled for me. I really liked it. I smiled. It had the letter 'M' on its belly. I put it back on the shelf, next to the letter 'I' man and the letter 'K,' both of whom were sitting in the shade of a tall communion candle. "These must be Olympia's," I thought, as I carefully closed the glass door.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 6, The Drawing Room, Paragraph 5

Now how would you express tolerance with your face? I have no idea, but he was doing it, consciously or not. It must have had something to do with the way he was balancing his body and turning his head, and, of course, the way his face was composed, which includes, naturally, his beard. But I really have no idea. What's even more funny: because it was a warm day in spring and he was wearing some very nice leather sandals, it suddenly occurred to me that he looked very Roman - very ancient Roman. The shorts he was wearing and his t-shirt began resembling an ancient tunic. Then I realized: we were his clients; he was our patron.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 6, Doing Business, Paragraph 4

I was unsure how to reply, but I trusted my judgment and proceeded cautiously, saying to Macy: "Children, if not completely necessary, are at least basic to the concept of marriage. So yes, I think it made them sad. If Hogarth had been really smart, he wouldn't have eloped with her until she was pregnant; that's what most people did back then. As for me, I have no reason to elope. Who needs to elope these days? Who could present such a problem to one's family? People are too progressive these days to be bothered. The principle of personal autonomy has trumped all other virtues. What potential suitor could possibly provoke such resentment? It is perfectly preposterous; I would be ridiculed if I tried."

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 13, Bringing Up a Delicate Subject, Paragraph 4

ANDY: No, Macy: that's not what I'm saying - you're really beginning to annoy me. Don't you understand the importance of recognizing a principle? You can do your best to follow it, and you will fail - but that's not important. What's important is that you recognize the truth - and too many of our countrymen, Macy, are abandoning the truth.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 5, The Fifth Day, Part 1, Greenery & Land Reform, Section 5, Surrendering the Debate, Paragraph 10, Clauses 1-3

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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.

The woman spit in his face. Gog had to make an effort to wipe himself on the woman's cheek. She hit him in the back, repeatedly. Gog's voice strained as he muttered, "I knew the lizard folk were ruled by their women. I didn't know you earned it." He threw her to the ground.

She scurried back. "Kill me," she yelled. Gog was surprised.

– from “In the Beginning, There was Gog,” a fantasy story featuring a man who believes he can reach the gods

By the time he came to his senses, he was being deified. People were associating him with the tiger-headed fish-mount of a god of law. The logogram was a picture of a fish next to a tiger. It could also mean "killer whale," which is what the newspapers and the less superstitious folk called him. All Patsy had to do was sit around and let his wrist heal. Kumiko took care of the rest.

– from “A Cop Named Patsy,” a funny story featuring an honest investigator

Suzy and Linda were not the only chronic habits in Junior's life. The circle of perverts was quickly closing in on him. There were only so many willing to tolerate his appetite for casual sex. On the bright side, some of them looked younger than he remembered. Though now in her sixties, the woman with whom he had first shared Sandra looked stunning. "It's the bangs," she said. "I didn't have them before."

– from “A Horse Named Clutch Bag,” an inspiring story featuring rich folk

Nike stretched his eyebrows. "I agree," he said. "It gets so wrinkly." Barbara looked out the window. She was surprised to see people. They were on the Reine.

Nike mused, "Most religious think vestments are a block that separates them from regular folks. In our case, I like to think it's brought us closer together." He put a hand on Barbara's leg.

Her head darted towards Luka. "Stop," she cried. Luka obliged.

Nike looked out the window. They were surrounded by half-naked freaks. He grimaced. He whined, "Don't stop."

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story featuring a frank discussion of nuns

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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: There was a girl who tried to kill me. She came after me with an axe. It reminded me of Susannah's story.

ALICE: What made you want to write a play about it?

FLETCHER: Mull.

ALICE: I'm sorry?

FLETCHER: Isn't that what you Australians like to call it?

ALICE: I guess.

FLETCHER: It's the modern artist's drug of choice.

ALICE: Even here on Norfolk?

FLETCHER: There was a time when every other artistically-inclined tourist I met asked me about it.

ALICE: Whether you had any?

– ACT II, lines 101-110

(GREY GOOSE and KOKOMO exit in a rush. MS. JACKSON and LESBIAN enter in a rush.)

MS. JACKSON: Oh, that takes my breath away. Do you think he saw us?

LESBIAN: I don't think so.

MS. JACKSON: He could've turned. We have to watch out.

LESBIAN: Why?

MS. JACKSON: My son is an expert tracker.

LESBIAN: How is that possible? What's there to track on Norfolk?

MS. JACKSON: Nothing - unless it's human.

LESBIAN: He takes after his old man.

MS. JACKSON: Don't mention him. You'll spoil my mood.

– ACT I, lines 880-888

FLETCHER: You thought Norfolk had a checkered past. Being a former prison colony's prison colony is nothing next to Pitcairn.

ALICE: I would never have imagined it was like that. I thought it was a paradise.

FLETCHER: I'm writing a play about it - specifically about the woman who chopped off that man's head. She's an ancestor of mine. Maybe later we can go over a few scenes.

ALICE: I'd love to.

FLETCHER: If your neck doesn't still hurt.

ALICE: I'm feeling much better now, thank you.

FLETCHER: If you strained it, you strained it. I have to say, you have surprisingly little tension.

ALICE: It's my honeymoon. I've been having lots of sex.

FLETCHER: You shouldn't have reminded me.

ALICE: Why not?

– ACT I, lines 626-635

FLETCHER: It's true.

ALICE: The poor girl was stabbed sixty-two times. Can you believe it?

LESBIAN: I'm upset the suspect is from New Zealand. That doesn't reflect well on me.

LUKE: We Aussies are supposed to be the criminals.

FLETCHER: Don't forget that Norfolk Island used to be a penal colony not just once but twice.

MS. JACKSON: Some still seem to think it is.

ALICE: There hasn't been a murder here in one hundred and fifty years. Did the last one take place when the prisons were still around?

MS. JACKSON: The last person to be murdered on Norfolk was a prisoner in the nineteenth century, shortly before the prisons were removed.

FLETCHER: Who needs prisons when you're oblivious to crime?

MS. JACKSON: It was before either the Bounty or the Pitcairner families arrived.

– ACT I, lines 83-92

FLETCHER: There is a house on Norfolk that no longer stands. Its eaves of pine were reduced to ash. Its worthy frame that I helped build collapsed in a huge fury of smoke and fire that I helped start. I watched it burning from the top of Mount Pitt. I was too ashamed to go any closer. I was there in the room the night my father planned that terrible justice with his friends. I heard them goading each other into teaching their fellow man not to cooperate with the Australian government. It was madness I heard from their lips. They were the drunken lips of dogs waiting to pounce. I said nothing. I did nothing to stop them. When the police came, I lied and said I knew nothing. I climbed Mount Pitt out of morbid curiosity to see what I had wrought. That image of the house whose beams I placed - whose trusses I tied - in the distance - engulfed in flames - is seared upon my mind. I did nothing to stop it. Do you know how sorry I am? If I told you that somebody died in that fire, would it be in your power to forgive me?

– ACT II, line 183

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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.

I guess we were fated, you know. Me and my brothers. We came out first though. Not those other guys. That's why we won. That's why I won. I always said I was the oldest. I never had any proof though, you know. I mean we were probably switched around ten times when we were babies. So who was to say. But I always believed I was the eldest. You know. Now nobody can argue with me.

– from “The Testament of Publio Orazio,” a horror story based on principles of honor coming straight out of Roman mythology

"I sacrificed the universe," said Orbitz. "Our son will be there to see me do it." Sara Lee caressed Orbitz's hand. It was agony. "We don't have much time," said Orbitz. "Listen carefully. A creature will come aboard the Nautilus. It was born to a Astrazeneca princess of the royal blood. It is an extremely powerful telepath. If it sees you or a live image of you and knows where you are it is capable of receiving a picture of your thoughts in its mind. It doesn't matter how far away you are. Its brain works like a natural quantum entangler. It cannot be blocked."

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

Look at all the people who get fat from fast food. You're not gonna put fast food out of business. It's not good for you but so what. As long as the customer knows it's not good. And who doesn't know that drugs and cigarettes are bad. Everybody knows that. They don't need me to tell them. But I'm getting off the subject.

I'm not here to defend our way of life. It is what it is. The money people pay us. Its a tax like any other. It's not my fault people have to pay two taxes. Complain to the other government.

– from “The Testament of Publio Orazio,” a horror story based on principles of honor coming straight out of Roman mythology

"I'm serious, Johanna," she continued. "Olympia was bouncing almost to the ceiling. The springs on the mattress are not stiff enough. I have to buy a new one. You can help me. You know how to find a deal. It's a miracle she was holding onto the railing. She would have landed on her head. If she wanted to play with a pair of scissors, my husband would give them to her."

She used to kiss you. I remember that. At some point, she stopped. Perhaps the look you shared was a slip. Perhaps Indiana learned not to encourage you - or, not to encourage herself.

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

As I was heading to the door Kelly told me to buy a razor. She couldn't understand why I didn't have one. I asked her what it was for. She gave me a funny look. She said her pubes were growing back. I told her that's what I wanted. She turned away. She didn't say a word. As I went back to the door she shouted, "Are you gonna get one or not?" I was angry. I realized why she had been such a pillow princess the past week. Here I was thinking she was bashful. She just didn't like my bush. I tore my panties off right then and there. I made her like it.

– from “Two Years,” an adult fiction story about a lowly guard at a women's prison

Love is the answer...

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

Are you a eunuch?

The art show that defies abuse

Filth, Portraiture

Censorship says everything...as should modern wall art

It's natural to hide dirty things. They're embarrassing. But we need to keep in mind that when we hide things that are difficult, we make them seem dirty when they're really something else entirely. And when we keep things that are easy in plain sight, we make them seem clean when they really aren't. That is dangerous.

A miniature portrait of MichalMargo at the beach

Your help keeps the "Folk Art Prints" page up and running...

If you love women and art...

Michal is exporting Polish art...is he bonkers?

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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