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Haven For Hope, a cultural reference

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How is a calendar going to empower women - can Michal answer that?The Calendars...

I may not know you. I may have very little in common with you. But we share a journey of passing days - from one sunrise to the next. Shouldn't we have a shared way of counting those days that revolves around our common needs? Shouldn't we have a calendar that presents our common history and our common future from our perspective - a calendar that helps to guide us toward partnership?Pointer

A calendar is a unique form of art. How we measure and organize time guides our society.

Consider the fact that the Romans assigned each hour of the day to a heavenly body. There was a Sun-hour followed by a Moon-hour. If the day began with a Sun-hour, it was a Sun-day. The privilege of naming a day went to the celestial body that showed up first.

For a while the Romans had an eight-day week rather than a seven-day week. It probably had to do with how long their groceries were supposed to last. People in the city had to know when fresh food from the country would be available - and it probably only came once a week. If supplies in the country were low, the week literally might get longer to stretch out those supplies.

The seven-day week was famously changed to a ten-day week during the French Revolution, a time when a lot of tradition was being replaced by standards considered more rational. The cycle of seven days, marked by a holy day or day of rest at its beginning or end, has nevertheless remained the most popular. In many cultures, an extra day of rest for laboring men has also become a common tradition.

What is not common across most cultures is a way of naming the days of the week. I use a calendar that names the days of the week not after planets or ancient gods, but after the seven pillars of cultures that I identify as the most basic philosophical distinctions of the human experience. I arrange them in a way that helps me to understand and explain the complicated cultural interactions of modern society.

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

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

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

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

high-definition digital wallpaper

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

Download this monthly desktop calendar for October 2014 with a pink background

A monthly desktop calendar for October 2014 with a pink background

Help Channel Indulgence Into 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.

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 was from America, land of the free...home of the brave. She carried the weight of Old Europe...domestic and religious poverties...stifled creativity. Anger. Sadness. Yearning.

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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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:
Haven For Hope

Love and hope. I say the words and I still wonder what it means.

I think of all the images, the poems, the quotes, the songs, the stories. The symbols.

I think of my own work, the Fiction Corpus, which I tested and analyzed because I too wanted to know what it was about. Sure enough, the words love and hope were two of the most frequent words I had used.

Clearly love and hope are a potent fuel. They've driven many a work of art. The've helped create many beautiful things. Maybe that's it.

Pronunciation of Haven For HopeMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the words "haven for hope."

Video of me pronouncing "haven for hope."

Definition of Haven For HopeMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish the definition of Haven For Hope.

I'm sure it won't take too long.

References for haven for hopeMargo on a trampoline

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Use of Hope in Michal's FictionCorpusMargo 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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Use of Hope in 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 #4024

theres barely anything left in the joint account. i hope ike is aware of this. shes the one who took a leave of absence.

Chase Credit

24 September, 5:45 PM

Frame #4564

i hope the safe is idiot.proof. the combo is the first ten digits of a serial number on a sticker chase stuck to the back of his phone.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

3 October, 12:40 PM

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Use of Hope in 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.

Up till then, many voices - in fact, all of the voices from the upper echelons - had demanded that Jesus surrender. When the Martian story broke, everything changed. Panic acceded. Talk of a Martian take-over murmured itself on the lips of those who previously had looked on Jesus with skepticism. No longer was Jesus an upstart who some people claimed had escaped from the zoo. He was right: there were dangerous things afoot, which didn't make him Buddha but at least convinced some people to accept at least the possibility that Jesus was indeed the last hope.

Verse 425 from the chapter called Arms

"Professionals." Your father smiled.

"I hope you don't mind," said Columbus.

"No, of course not."

Verses 553-555 from the chapter called Adolescence

What a shock it was! Alive and well one minute and dead the next: Jesus had no reason to consider his mother healthy, but nobody had told him her condition was life-threatening - on the contrary, her brief but recurring bouts of healthiness were arguments against it. Jesus had hope! Despite her chronic fatigue, Jesus had hope! Despite the air pollution being so bad, Jesus had hope! Despite the excessively ridiculous costs of respiratory therapy, Jesus had hope! Despite the fact that if he kept the window open, his mother would cough, and if he closed it, she would cough even more, Jesus had hope! And when she died all of a sudden, Jesus still had hope: he didn't lose it: he just realized, in order to make it work, in order to make it through life without losing one's mind, one must always be prepared for the worst: one must never be surprised. In fact, one must always make ready for sorrow and tragedy. Failure is opportunity misspelled.

Verse 50 from the chapter called Adolescence

"Who knows?"

"I hope it's not before August."

Verses 971-972 from the chapter called Bohemia

From my seat in the middle of the booth, my view was unobstructed. I was gazing upon divine grace: the ultimate of mortal gifts - penultimate Gift! purest Womanhood! I was looking at Man's consternation, his pride, his instrument in Man's quest to be like God: to create! to love! to hold! But I did not yet know it. I was blinded by honor's undignified lust for vengeance. I sought my own brand of justice in that choked and choking room of self-conscious amusement, otioseness, and strife. I wanted to conquer, my child, not love. I looked upon that lovely figure with calculated intentions. I did not see her loveliness; I ignored her life, her needs, her desires, her hopes and dreams - they were unimportant. I saw myself and my own needs only, no matter what I claimed or thought I felt. I was not unimpaired; I was drunk: impatient: rushed by my own winds - not what I considered - and seriously so - to be the winds of destiny. Those were only breezes, unpredictable movements of air: the erratic impulses produced by circumstances in the landscape; they were not to be trusted. They were only whisperings - and if destiny had anything to do with them, they were only destiny's advances: wafting forward ideas and intimations, proposals, and the probability of misapprehension.

Verse 432 from the chapter called Bohemia

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Use of Hope in Sex for Children

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

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

But now I begin to wonder if there be not a better way: it might be much more effective to apply Nike's sense of comfort to the situation: you see, my sister: there may be a way to reach his beleaguered and oblivious soul and to heal him through his appetite. But that is as far as I have come in my deliberations. Considering that my trip from the train station to the hospital was not a very long one, and that I haven't had enough time yet to consider a proper treatment, I have hope that someday soon, I will have a cure for Nike's comfort.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 1, Cancer, Paragraph 8, Clauses 5-8

Oh, but who am I kidding? It's obvious that there are still so many feelings left - contradictory and unpredictable. And I'm supposed to be telling you what happened at Nike's party. That is the reason for my writing this letter. And I am aware, as my shuddering body reminds me, that in order for you to understand what happened, I must relate to you what has been happening, or rather what has not been happening between myself and Macy, a relationship which must seem entirely innocent to you, as I have ever so rarely discussed it. And I do apologize profusely for that, but there was never a moment when I was not so entirely confused that I could possibly broach the subject with any hope of clarity. Ah, but I'm already making excuses.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 1, Section 1, Introduction, Paragraph 3

The police were too busy setting people apart; they were not interested in bringing them together. But, hopefully, Nike could use this to his advantage. How could they know that he was the happiest man ever to grace their prison cells? They were oblivious to love. They were mechanicals - intelligent and tough-skinned beasts, some more intelligent than others, of course, but all of them insensible. They walked about on cloven-feet - even toed, perhaps, but heavy-handed.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 3, The Third Day, Part 1, Family & Welfare Reform, Section 4, Falling in Love, Paragraph 3

MACY: I was going to say cruel but I stopped myself.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 5, The Fifth Day, Part 1, Greenery & Land Reform, Section 1, Love, Hope, Desire and Suspicion, Paragraph 50

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Use of Hope in 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.

Bo closed her eyes. Those men were gone. The joy, the anguish, the hope and the sorrow they inspired had followed her through the cold dimensions of space. She had once thought she had no choice but to cling to them. Now she could sense them fading away.

Kwon arrived with happy news. Do was delivered of a baby boy. "Congratulations," said Bo. She smiled. There were now twelve again.

– from “How Tae & Bo Took Over the World and Kung & Fu Didn't,” an apocryphal bible story featuring a frank discussion of what government really is

Junior tried looking through the company's personnel files. He wanted somebody young, experienced, with a mature sensibility and a drive to explore new things, which for Junior meant the possibility of settling down. Federal tax exemptions and social security numbers did not provide as much insight as he had hoped. The names were nothing special.

– from “A Horse Named Clutch Bag,” an inspiring story featuring a frank discussion of debauchery

"She ran away." The girl pulled a picture of her sister from her pocket. "I show this to everybody in case they see her." Shephard admired the photo. "Her name is Pepsi."

"She's not as beautiful as you," said Shephard, "but close. I hope that's not why she left."

– from “Two Dudes and a Chinese Desert,” a friendship story featuring hopeless people

At the bus station, Shephard was forced to part ways with his new friend. He watched her walk into the gentle Kashgar afternoon, hips swinging in her light, flower-print skirt-in Shephard's mind-to the doleful tune of Korobushka, playing slowly at first in his head, quickening pace with each progressively tantalizing step, until the remains of his hope were crushed. "Game over," he thought to himself. He turned to Clark. He cried. "How could you? You let her slip through our fingers."

– from “Two Dudes and a Chinese Desert,” a friendship story about the adventurous American spirit

"Thank God," she cried. "What's going on?"

"Armed police. They have Clark." Shephard went inside.

"What's he doing here?"

– from “Two Dudes and a Chinese Desert,” a friendship story featuring hopeless people

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Use of Hope in 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.

LESBIAN: Mind your own business.

FLETCHER: This is my business.

MS. JACKSON: Stop it: both of you.

FLETCHER: The way you two carry on: it makes me sick.

LESBIAN: You think you're any better. You lost your virginity to a married woman.

FLETCHER: How did you know that?

LESBIAN: She told me.

FLETCHER: You told him? How did you know?

MS. JACKSON: Your father-

FLETCHER: My father!

– ACT I, lines 983-992

(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

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Use of Hope in 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 was warned that the villagers might not be ready to accept me. It didn't matter. Even if I was beaten to death, people would know who did it. They would have to live with it. A village isn't like a city. You don't just walk off and forget something happened. I know. I was born in a village. I knew my death would eventually have meaning to somebody. For that alone I was ready to die.

– from “A Black Man in Moscow,” an inspirational story that should give us hope no matter where we live

Orbitz left and came back with a small box and a pole with a noose on it. The creature scurried about trying to resist. "I know what you want," said Orbitz. "You know I'm willing to get it for you. Just be a good little girl." As soon as Orbitz had her in his clutches he injected her with a seditive. The girl started rolling her head about. She brought her little hand up to wipe her little eye. Orbitz started counting the seconds.

– from “The Death and Life of Captain Orbitz,” a science fiction romance which hopefully would make Lem proud, if you know who that is

Pfizer fiddled with his laser pointer. "If only the old man could see me now," he thought. He was staring out the window. Listening to the tap-tap rattle of methane as it hit the transparent concrete. "Things could be worse," he thought. "I could be at Lagrangian Station 3. On the far side of the sun. Without the glimmer of a hope of seeing that beautiful blue orb in the sky."

"Doctor Pothammer," said the general. "I hope I'm not boring you."

– from “Titan's Reign,” a science fiction story from which light cannot emerge even when it's traveling at light speed

Pfizer rushed to his lab. He stood in front of something beautiful. His jars of microbes. If only he could spot the little miracles with his naked eye. He wondered if it would make a difference. It was only the waste people could see. The globules of detritus fluttering about. Bunching up in heaps here and there. "That is the truth of Titan," thought Pfizer. Large or small, civilized or not, life was constantly surrounded by waste.

– from “Titan's Reign,” a science fiction story in which hope never appears even when it's traveling at light speed

A cry is heard. Barricades are formed. Battles fought. Some won. Some lost. I watch with wild abandon. My hope quickly sours. Each generation adds helpless spirits to surround me. My comrade and I move on.

– from “Shovels Fall,” an interesting story about the cycle of violence throughout history

Love is the answer...

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

Are you a eunuch?

The art show that defies abuse

Still Life, Patriarchy

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

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

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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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