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Bielsko-Biala, Poland

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

Reformers, a cultural reference

Understanding the world from all angles...

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

I want to convince everybody that learning how to listen is worth the effort. Society is not a zero-sum game. If a man takes the time to consider another person's interests as if they were his own, he will be better for it. He will feel better. He will be a stronger and more steady individual and all people will benefit.Pointer

By getting past my preconceptions, and actually listening to women, I've become a better judge and a more helpful person. I want to give others a chance to do the same.

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 17: Blood

Janina recalls her own experience of the Holocaust and the aura of fear surrounding the mass grave in Trembowla.

Help Replace Defamation 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

In June of 2011 I arrived in Europe for what I hoped would be a great adventure; my only concrete plan, to visit Croatia. By September I had driven 6,000 miles and visited 12 different countries, all with a woman I met on the first Friday of my trip.

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.

Being from America, all I had to do in Europe was turn on the radio to hear an American song. All I had to do was walk into a movie theater to see an American movie. To be understood all I had to do was speak English. Being from Poland, she couldn't stand listening to the radio for all the political nonsense being bandied about. She didn't like watching American movies because she claimed they all ended the same way. She didn't want to speak English with me because she not only wanted to say things correctly but she wanted to say them her way and nobody had ever succeeded in teaching her how. I desperately wanted to understand. She wanted to be understood.

Each man grows up with his own kind of poverty. Even if he's got a warm house and plenty of food and a soft bed and plenty of entertainment, there's always something that a man needs. Sometimes he just needs to be listened to, if only by the birds and the trees, but preferably by another man, even if he's an artist from America who isn't very good at listening. By learning how to listen, we learn how to cooperate. By cooperating, we build a better world. In a better world, there are no devils to abuse us. A better world doesn't lend itself to abuse because a better world is populated by people who have learned 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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THE DISAPPEARING WOMAN, THE DISAPPEARING MAN...Pointer

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:
Reformers

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 ReformersMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word reformers.

Video of me pronouncing "reformers."

Definition of ReformersMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish the definition of Reformers.

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

References for reformersMargo on a trampoline

  • I have yet to find good references for Reformers

     

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 #34

i talked to captain watkins. shes in a bad mood. she says the most she caught this weekend was a hundred jack worth of squid.

Ikea Credit

26 July, 11:05 AM

Frame #2800

i told delta the situation. he says i can hang out as long as i want. theyve got a test site i can check out. its available for camping.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

27 August, 2:34 PM

Frame #6437

im told harley's been looking for me. on any other day that would be the greatest of news.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

23 December, 12:32 PM

Frame #5179

i tested the raft. it failed but theres still more material.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

9 November, 10:37 AM

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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.

When we got to an underground garage, Jesus said, "What's going on?"

"We have to switch cars."

Verses 69-70 from the chapter called Arms

"Years and years ago," said Hitler, "I was just a young boy, but my dear father let me run around Centropolis willy-nilly - this was long before the Revolution, mind you: there was no question of being harmed - I was standing in the courtyard before the steps to the great Pyramid when, all of a sudden, this huge, old miner came up to me out of nowhere and put his huge, dirty hand on my shoulder, looking down at me with his huge, dirty face - those eyes: those blue eyes of his were standing out like gems - he said, 'Boy,' with his booming voice, 'Do you make yourself conscious of how that crack found itself on that there pyramid? Do you know who made that crack?' I shook my head. 'That was Sherman 'Lucky' Panzer the Second. You know how he made that crack?' I shook my head. 'Well, God Almighty! Let me tell you the story. Sherman 'Lucky' Panzer (not the Second, but the First) was the greatest, meanest, awfulest man ever to walk the Martian surface. You know what he was?' I shook my head. 'He was governor!' said the miner. 'He had five hundred privates - you know what a private does?' I nodded. 'You do?' said the miner.

Verse 59 from the chapter called Childhood

A man is not a rabbit, as my grandfather used to say (whenever he received farmer's cheese on his plate); it's hard to imagine, whatever level of intelligence the first hunter possessed, that, after having dodged left and right in a vain attempt at chase, he didn't decide just to sit there and wait for his prey to come wandering within range. Perhaps having climbed into a nearby kola tree, the first hunter waited patiently while chewing its dry fruit, satisfying his hunger pangs until some succulent piece of game, unaware of its new predator hiding in the branches, came wandering underneath and WOOSH! went the rock, or WHIZ! went the wooden spear, aided by gravity to come violently crashing (or piercing, as the case may have been) right between the shoulders.

Verse 2 from the chapter called Arms

Was it a miracle? or the Devil? Divine justice? or temptation? Was it a gift? or a test? Divine mercy? Providence? Was it a fluke? What was it? What made that man's bladder contract?

Verse 617 from the chapter called Adolescence

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Samples of Fiction from Sex for Children

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

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

NIKE: Right: but they're looking for evidence because the woman refuses to testify. She won't press charges: do you realize that?

INDIE: Yeah, right: 'cause otherwise you'd be in jail.

NIKE: Well, not necessarily me - I mean, it was my car, but that's beside the point. What kind of a person wouldn't press charges after being raped?

INDIE: A really good nun.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 6, The Sixth Day, Part 1, Children & Education Reform, Section 5, Talking Through A Problem With A Friend, Paragraphs 26-29

I wonder how long I'll have to keep coming here. Indiana may have to spend a pretty penny if she keeps insisting on these accommodations. But that is her prerogative: it is her wealth now that Albert lies incapacitated. But I wonder what Albert's last will and testament be: knowing that death was coming, I'm sure he made specific preparations beforehand. Looking back on the past few days, I can't imagine what it was like to be expecting death: walking around, eating, talking, knowing that any moment you might collapse. That is a bizarre condition, even though I suppose that, to some extent, we are all subject to it: in a world where death waits for all people, it's only a matter of time.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 3, Wondering, Paragraph 3

Euclid himself would quake; his pupils would quiver. But my pupils were satisfied: they were able to rest on the sloping rhomboid, dreaming joyfully of spreading myself across the flying trapezius, waiting to climb down the spine carefully, hoping for a chance of straddling the noble erector, the noblest of all muscles! the source of human living! the uprightness! the power! feeling its power! for a moment, before falling down to the gentle valley, resting in the small of the back, staring at the greatest of all curvatures: the beautiful, indescribable mystery: the overflowing seat of pleasure: the wonderful, the infamous gluteus maximus.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 9, Intoxication, Paragraph 1, Clauses 6-8

Then, it was gone: the vision was over, having lasted for less than a second - a split-second. I don't know whether it was the weed or my own imagination, but Nike's testimony began creating more of these momentary visions. Every person whom he described (as having a contribution to make towards his future) became the subject of a similar image; points of view would change, but the sexual position was always the same: the feral position. The tempo of the action was always rushed, so, despite the visions' brevity, they were always able to include at least three significant thrusts.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 16, Dealing with Medicines and Illness, Paragraph 3

But I must emphasize the role that visual stimulation plays - because it's my imagination that really serves to intensify the experience, and I am always inspired by what I see. For instance, let me describe to you my latest feeling, the one that I experienced by sitting here next to Albert, and which, not too long ago, prompted this whole description.

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

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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.

Clark wondered what made Shephard so eager to get moving. He would have expected him to love wasting time at the hotel. He decided not to jinx it by asking him. On the way to Hotan, the bus driver put on a Turkic movie. Shephard watched. The plot was hard to follow. There was an old man. He was mourning. There were soldiers pushing people around. A young woman danced with what may have been her husband. The husband may have been the old man's son. It seemed the son was killed at some point by soldiers.

– from “Two Dudes and a Chinese Desert,” a friendship story featuring a kind of love

Shephard Saylor was typically American. He grew up in Buffalo. His grandfather was Lithuanian. His mother's family was mostly Welsh. She claimed to be, on occasion, one-thirteenth Seneca-"or," she would say, "was it one-fifteenth?"

– from “Two Dudes and a Chinese Desert,” a friendship story featuring U.S. government agents

"Know thy enemy." Shephard handed him a glass. They clinked.

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

The man nodded. He mentioned he was a classmate. The woman gave him a frosty smile. "In college," said the man, "he was known as Mr. 'Whoa.'"

"That's funny," replied the woman. "I didn't know he was Chinese." She thought it was clever. She repeated it to Shephard when he came back. He had a good idea who was waiting for him.

"Clark," he said, entering the conference room. "What are you doing?"

"I've come to see you."

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

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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.

AT RISE: KOKOMO is wiping up the floor.

KOKOMO: Clean. Clean. Clean. We are obsessed by cleaning. If space is a giant vacuum, why does all the dust settle here: underneath the table? Why not in the middle of the floor? Where I can see it? Where I can wipe it up with my feet? We know perfectly well why, don't we, Kokomo? Master Fletcher can't be bothered to take off his shoes. Thanks to him, it's: 'wipe the floor, Kokomo.' Yes, Ms. Jackson. 'Clean the kitchen, girl.' Yes, Ms. Jackson. 'When is lunch, dear?' I don't know, Ms. Jackson. Honestly, where does all this dust come from? What am I supposed to do with it? There really is no sense in cleaning more than once a month. Let the moon show when it's time to clean. Ms. Jackson certainly doesn't know. She would have me clean my way right into an early grave. Kokomo was not built for dust. She was built for love.

MS. JACKSON: (off) Kokomo!

KOKOMO: Yes, Ms. Jackson.

– ACT I, lines 1-3

ALICE: I suppose they left.

KOKOMO: Without drinking their tea?

ALICE: Something must have come up.

FLETCHER: Oh, krikey! They're unchaperoned.

– ACT I, lines 807-810

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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.

So I was born one of three identical twins. Or triplets, I guess. Cause twins are two. So that was a big deal back then. I mean, triplets are born all the time now what with all the genetic testing and whatnot but back then it was a big deal. Cause it wasn't just our town that had the triplets. It was another town like right next door. You know. Two sets of triplets in one year. That was a big deal.

– from “The Testament of Publio Orazio,” a horror story without that much killing coming straight out of Roman mythology

I'm not ashamed of what I am. Jesus ate with the prostitutes, you know. He drank with them. Why shouldn't I take care of them. I'm just a manager. Call me whatever words you want but I'm just management. Maybe management is a dirty word to some people but it doesn't make it a bad job.

– from “The Testament of Publio Orazio,” a horror story without a lot of knives coming straight out of Roman mythology

What was I talking about? Oh yeah. We were holy. The triplets. We Orazio brothers. The Orazi. And the other guys. The Curiazi. We had a mission. To stop the war between our two governments. It was fate. It was what we had to do.

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

"The night is young."

"You are bold."

"Unconquerable."

"You should not follow your namesake. Khrushchev tried to have Hungary by force. It didn't work."

"It was his greatest moment."

"Why would you say that?"

"He enjoyed it so much. So would I."

"You are naughty."

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

It's not that my sister tried to kill me. I won't say that. I didn't need to kill her to defend myself. She made me mad. That's all. I had just watched my brothers die at the hands of the man she loved. The man who wanted to kill me. Who almost did. I was standing in the doorway bleeding like a stuck pig defending our people and she has the gall to mourn him. And to curse me. She asked for it. So I stabbed her.

– from “The Testament of Publio Orazio,” a horror story without a lot of knives coming straight out of Roman mythology

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

Help support the "Reformers" page alive...

If you love women and art...

Michal's importing Polish art...is he nuts?

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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