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Seat, a cultural introduction

Getting to know the word from all angles...

Michal refuses to contemplate the idea of boosting his handsome Fiction Corpus with a book about abstract art; cites fatigueDictionary icon

I have faith in the feasibility of exploiting English as a global standard. I don't have faith in the enfeebling technique by which English is taught.Pointer

Fortifying one's mastery of a language isn't like bringing about a safer parachute. A language - a spoken tongue - is not just an instrument that you can learn to exploit with a greater amount of precision. A common tongue can not be parted from the competing values of a circle of people of which it is a description. A language isn't recited; it happens - and keeps happening as long as a circle of people keeps using it.

To make a man recite English is to cheat him out of its cultural context. A capable instructor must develop a strategy for introducing it; the bravest student goes out to seek it.

A dictionary can be an influential tool. A decent dictionary will define words on the basis of a particular corpus, a body of written works of varying scope and consistency. This corpus could include anything from a book about literature to some real bible stories. I burned many candles developing my "ponderous" Fiction Corpus in order to form a new genre of dictionary based on the ability of one man to tell a story in myriad forms. It is a labor of love and listening.

I have sculpted a million words and I have evaluated them, reframing them - not simply to teach American vocabulary but to defend the human soul, and to goad that spirit or soul not just to recite but to happen.

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An Artifact is the Common Word that Answers the Question, "What?"

The most frequently used words in Michal's Corpus that represent common artifacts

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

Strength and dignity are her clothing...

Proverbs 31:25

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

Lots of people go on road trips. Not everybody criss-crosses Europe in 46 days. Especially not with a complete stranger.

I had come to Europe to document people practicing naturism. Preliminary arrangements had been made to meet with an Egyptian nudist visiting the Continent and there was some kind of Pan-European gathering scheduled to take place in Croatia. I had arranged for an assistant to come along with me to help with anything I needed, but when her passport was stolen the night before we were supposed to leave, my plans went awry. I decided on something less ambitious. I would visit a naturist sauna in the city of Bielsko-Biala, Poland which I had just found on the internet. When I got there, I met Margo.

I had grown up in America. Land of opportunity. I came of age in the booming 90s when everything was possible. She had grown up in Poland. She had come of age at a time when the Soviets were making sure that there wasn't even anything to eat in the country. I couldn't even properly translate the word "opportunity" into Polish.

As far apart culturally as we may have been, we spent 6,000 miles in one car. We spent over 40 nights in one tent. We started learning how to listen to each other. We started learning how to accept our differences and how to let them help us instead of driving us apart. Slowly but surely, we started learning how to beat the devils that abuse us.

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

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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:
Understanding the word Seat

A word can represent many things. First and foremost it represents a type of gesture. A specific way of speaking. A specific way of inscribing a mark. A specific way of moving your hand. To know one of these kinds of gestures is to know how to pronounce the word seat in some kind of way.

If you want to communicate an idea using the word seat, you will need to know what other people are made to think when you make the gesture. You will never have complete awareness of or control over the associations or identities that are invoked by a set of words, but you can know what was and what is a single word's jointly accepted definition, at least for a given place, thereby tracing a direction which will help you to understand what kinds of associations and identities are driving its use.

By using the word yourself, you enter into a long-standing albeit oftentimes unconscious debate over its definition, forever entangling yourself into the history of its use. The way you use it, and which other words you use it with carries weight.

The more you know about where the word seat is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.

Pronunciation of SeatMargo on a trampoline

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

Video of me pronouncing "seat."

Definition of SeatMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish the definition of seat.

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

Common use of seat in illustrative example sentencesMargo on a trampoline

  1. I'd like to talk about that. Why don't you have a seat.

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  2. They want to seat us next to that family with the annoying child.

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  3. I have yet to come up with a third sentence using the word seat.

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  4. I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word seat.

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  5. I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word seat.

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  6. I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word seat.

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  7. I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word seat.

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Usage of Seat in Michal's Fiction 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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Seat, a morphological approach

I have yet to make a morphological analysis of the word seat.

That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.

Table of Frequency for the Word "Seat."

This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word seatand any of its morphological derivations appears in the Fiction Corpus, along with a breakdown of frequency by title, the respective rank of each word in the complete list of all words in the Corpus, as calculated both densely and competitively, as well as the percent increase in frequency of the word over the frequency of the next lowest rank in the complete list.

Margo stretching her arms
Percent Increase over next rankRANKWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
densecompetitivemodern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to publish the table of frequency for the word seat, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal

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Usage of Seat 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 #3739

it was ike in the seat next to me. twitter's surprise. ive never seen her on high.def yahoo before. i told her 9 gigapixels dont do her justice.

Chase Credit

12 September, 12:37 PM

Frame #6680

harley's crawling her way out of the stands. i see the shrapnel flying off the seats. if that sniper hurts her im gonna. i dont know.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

23 December, 4:35 PM

Frame #3736

i moved to the seat next to lidia. she claims she doesnt have a boyfriend. well see.

Chase Credit

12 September, 12:19 PM

Frame #120

this chair is about as comfortable as a toilet seat. and i cant remember having to sit on a toilet for this long.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

27 July, 1:23 PM

Frame #4692

i told jayce to get into the drivers seat. on my mark. head down. before the smoke clears shell be on her way to the hospital.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

11 October, 10:40 AM

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Usage of Seat 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.

Jesus turned. Holding his urinating dick to the side, he shuffled as fast as he could to where Sapper was seated. By the time his victim leaped up and ran, Jesus had successfully peed on his pant legs. "Fuck off," he yelled, laughing. Zoe was laughing too.

Verse 727 from the chapter called Security

Your father dressed his top lieutenants in the national colors of Poland that day - not for any personal reasons but because the wardrobe was being provided by a right-wing Polish political party, which, having lost most of its parliamentary seats in that year's parliamentary elections, was, nevertheless, courting your father's support for its presidential candidate. Your father was saving as much money as possible for his Independent (Lower Silesian) Riflemen's Armored Brigade and its upcoming deployment to Mars, and, not having made any specific promises to the League of Polish Nuclear Families, was more than willing to allow them to outfit his men. After all, the wedding was taking place in Poland, in a Polish Church (the Sanctuary of Lichen), your mother was being married to a Pole - however disgraceful and corrupt a Pole - and therefore, there was no reason why your father, a very, very proud Pole himself, shouldn't have been wearing the old royal colors of red and white. In fact, your father took the liberty of reducing everyone's chest measurements by a small but significant margin, making sure that every single member of his party, after having trouble putting on his jacket, had appropriate posture.

Verse 13 from the chapter called Childhood

"My grandfather," said Sapper, "for the past eighteen years of his life, has had only one car: his ancient Polish Fiat, which, when it was new, had, at most, perhaps nineteen horsepower. Now that it's come of age, as we like to say, its taste for the road has significantly dulled. About two years ago, I was given permission to drive it for the very first and last time. Its performance was tenuous but, understanding its limited capacity, quite admirable, and, combined with my youthful zeal, we took a left curve so fast, we teetered. We were not in danger of tipping over, but we teetered: on those two, decimeter-length wheels on the driver's side. We were saved, undoubtedly, by my grandfather's great weight, sitting as he was in the passenger seat. I tried to convince him that my understanding of physics and automotive safety was impeccable; my left turn was not the result of negligence, but merely my honest attempt at illustrating the great importance of a healthy diet. My grandfather was not amused. From that day forth, I've never been allowed to drive, in spite of the greatly terrifying fact that my grandfather is completely blind in one eye and almost blind in the other. When your grandmother called us and told us that your mother was dead - may she rest in peace - she told us that the funeral was the very next day, at eleven o'clock in the morning. So we left: immediately: at five o'clock in the afternoon, two hours before sunset, in the middle of heavy rain, right before your grandmother tried to reach us to inform us that your mother's funeral was actually postponed till Monday!"

"And I still missed it," said Jesus.

Verses 210-211 from the chapter called Adolescence

More than one Russian oil company raised itself an independent or 'independent but attached' battalion, just to gain itself a seat in the Presidium. For almost the same reason, Krupnik Holding was doing more than its fair share of recruitment. The Polish government, beleaguered with its own problems, and having very little to do in the way of oil, was totally uninterested in Panzer-Tank's privateering. Apart from a certain Polish educational institution, which possessed oil fields in Baku thanks to an ancient and once lost but then recovered endowment, Krupnik Holding was the only organization in Poland involved in the war effort. But instead of just pumping money into Panzer-Tank's war chest, Krupnik Holding was also raising troops. The prevailing theory among Jesus's coterie, considering that Panzer-Tank's daughter Zoe was engaged to be married to Leonard Cohen-Krupnik's son, was that the Krupniks were trying to accumulate enough votes in the Presidium to offset the Russian influence that might hamper Panzer-Tank's own interests. Thus, the Guderians and Krupniks were allying against the Russian threat, a situation which resulted in one dead Baron Cohen-Krupnik with Russian bullets in his head. But this was only theory.

Verse 216 from the chapter called Security

Leonard Cohen-Krupnik stared blankly. He was seated at his desk.

Verse 1182 from the chapter called Security

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Usage of Seat 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.

However, I strongly suspect that there were more than a few public officials in crisis at that time in Austria, or else some other thing was inspiring great stress in the congregation, for the incredible number and diversity of petitions that night forced me to repeat my exercise countless times, to the great amusement of my companion, and, as it turned out, to the great amusement of a certain Macy Williamson, seated as he was in the left transept with a beautifully unobstructed view of my figure.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 2, Section 4, Meeting a Man in Austria, Paragraph 1, Clauses 8-9

NIKE: You people are crazy.

J-C: Anything else?

NIKE: Yeah: black buttons.

J-C: Was there a gearshift?

NIKE: Yes.

J-C: Airbags?

NIKE: Yes.

J-C: Power steering?

NIKE: Yeah.

J-C: Leather seats?

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 3, The Third Day, Part 1, Family & Welfare Reform, Section 5, Being an Ass, Paragraphs 125-134

She turned to her husband for a moment. Then she turned back and looked forward. This time, when I glanced, it seemed like she had stopped crying - but there were still tears; she was still wet with tears. I held my glance, wanting to make sure the crying was over. She could sense me, so she began wiping away her tears. She looked at me. I held her eyes. She opened her mouth and raised her brow, making a look as if to say it were the music making her cry, and oh! what lovely music. She took my hand. I could feel the wetness of her tears. She was sitting between us - between me and Albert - holding our hands, connecting us like she had done during the walk to the station. I was no longer paying attention to the music. Someone was holding my hand. That someone, sharing her warmth, her flesh, and I, sharing my warmth: we were warming each other. We were holding each other's flesh. I leaned forward slightly and looked past Indiana. Albert had his eyes closed. He was breathing very steadily: maybe asleep, I thought. I sat back in my seat; I started thinking about the hand holding my hand. I liked the warmness; I liked the flesh.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 13, Apprehension, Paragraph 3, Clauses 11-31

And then I saw Nike in the backseat of a cab. There was no expression on his face. "Wait five minutes," he said. And then he got out. He approached a house. He was inside. He approached Luka. He punched him in the face: once, twice, repeatedly. Luka was howling. And this continued for a while. Nike did not stop. And then he spoke.

NIKE: Remember: I'm doing you a favor. This way, nobody will recognize you.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 3, The Third Day, Part 1, Family & Welfare Reform, Section 8, Being Inattentive, Paragraphs 16-17

By the time I returned to that love seat, Nike was discussing something entirely different. I sat down, not paying attention, staring directly in front of me until I could no longer resist the temptation. Macy was being silent, and my head turned itself back to his. And there they were: set in a face of sharpness, transfixing their prey, poking through the heavy brows of a lowered face, a sorcerer's face; as he prepared his incantations, there they stood, ready at arms, two cauldrons of steaming black tar, two very cold celestial discs, two empty orbs that wanted possession of two separate worlds, two very wide walnut eyes waiting to crack, two pleading for mercy, two coaxing, too ready to resist.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 2, Section 9, Attacking homosexuality, Paragraph 2, Clauses 1-4

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Usage of Seat 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.

One day, after a hard game of netball, Dorothea went to the girls' locker. She always waited until most of the people had left. She needed to make sure the private shower was unoccupied. With the water off, she started soaping herself. She realized she had once more forgotten to buy a new curtain. This one only came down to her knees.

A pair of giggling women came rushing into the otherwise empty room. Dorothea sat on the seat. She lifted up her legs, resting them against the wall. She didn't want anybody to see them.

– from “A Horse Named Clutch Bag,” an inspiring story about strength

Luka said, "I was wondering." He looked back. Nike was dozing off. "Wake up." Luka put down the pipe. He reached through the bucket seats. He slapped Nike on the knee.

Nike jerked. "Huh?" Luka slapped him again. "Whaddaya wan...?"

"I was wondering. I have this problem. I need Coke. Are you listening? I need to borrow some money." There was no response. Luka waited. He shouted.

Nike moaned. Without opening his eyes, he murmured, "What is it?"

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story featuring the effects of poverty

Junior had to mention horses. He couldn't think of a way to do it now without sounding like a jerk. Middle-class contempt was already permeating the air. With every silent breath he took, he looked more ridiculous. He started up in his seat. "I'm sorry," he blurted out. "What's a clutch bag?"

Ann took a moment to absorb the question. "It's a small bag," she explained. "You take it to parties."

– from “A Horse Named Clutch Bag,” an inspiring story featuring the strength of man

Last night, I dreamt I was in Paris.

I was in the back seat of a broad car. It was American. Cold leather warmed beneath me.

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story featuring sex work

Something darted. I turned my head. I jumped. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was the road, bathed in headlights. Somebody was driving. There was a passenger. I stretched my arms. I gripped the corners of the bucket seats. I tried to pull myself. I barely moved. My arms were powerless. I sat back.

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story featuring the beautiful people of France

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Usage of Seat 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.

"Seat" does not make an appearance in Sorry Miss Jackson.

- Michal Slaby

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Usage of Seat 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 straightened out the dress. I felt filthy. I kicked my sweater onto the love seat.

"Would you like me to help you?" asked my earnest guest. My crumpled panties were at his feet.

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

Proctor nodded. He said, "The first guy was seated in an alley. Black feet. Did we confirm heroin?"

"We did," said Bob.

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

Indiana let go of my hands. She embraced me. I felt her soft hair against my face. I closed my eyes. I let out a heavy sigh. It was Indiana's turn to rock me. I crumbled. I was a baby in her arms. She led me around the car. She opened the door. She tucked me into my seat.

Indiana drove back to our house. We sat for a moment parked in the driveway. I opened my door.

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

"Don't touch anything." I threw my tights and my bra behind the love seat. I strode in front of Nike. I gave him another look. I arranged the cloth with my toes. Thank God it was clean. I stepped into the holes. I squatted. I took hold of the cloth. I pulled up. I stood. I snapped the waistband around my hips. I pointed my finger in Nike's face. I growled, "If you ever mention this to anyone, I will hurt you."

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

You were probably thinking about it as you lay on the couch. It was after dinner. Albert was in the other room with Father. Indiana and I were on the floor. Mother was on the love seat. Grandmother was in her chair.

Olympia stopped bouncing. She squirmed. She giggled. She drooled. She started bouncing again.

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

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Collocation of Seat in the Fiction Corpus

Table of Collocation for the Word "Seat."

This table lists in descending order of frequency a selection of word pairs that appear in the Fiction Corpus and groups them according to the morphological derivation of the word seat that appears in the pair.

TypeWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
modern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "seat." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal

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.

A miniature portrait of MichalMargo at the beach

Help me maintain the "Seat" page...

If you love women and art...

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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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