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Week, a cultural introduction

Getting to know the word from all angles...

Michal's kicking around the idea of extending his unprepossessing Fiction Corpus with a fable about the many types of fiction; cites fatigueDictionary icon

I trust in the soundness of harnessing English as a worldwide standard. I don't have faith in the certifiably commonplace process by which English is presented for study.Pointer

Enhancing one's adeptness with a language isn't like pioneering a sharper arrowhead. A language - a common language - isn't merely an instrument that you can learn to employ with greater amounts of precision. A spoken tongue can't be segregated from the shared logic of a community 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 student recite English is to rob him of its cultural context. A proper educator must find a way to introduce it; the insightful pupil goes out to seek it.

A dictionary - properly used - can become an influential tool. The best dictionaries describe a language based on a specific corpus, a set of writing of various scope and consistency. A corpus could contain anything from a book about literature to some really fictional short stories. I suffered many a sleepless night forging my "gargantuan" Fiction Corpus to form a peculiar sort of dictionary based on the ability of one man to tell a story in many different forms. It is a labor of love and listening.

I have assembled a million words and I have ordered them, reshaping them - not simply to teach American vocabulary but to promote the human soul, and to goad that soul or spirit not just to recite but to happen.

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A Time is the Common Word that Answers the Question, "When?"

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

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Understanding the word Week

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 week in some kind of way.

If you want to communicate an idea using the word week, 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 week is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.

Pronunciation of WeekMargo on a trampoline

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

Video of me pronouncing "week."

Definition of WeekMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish the definition of week.

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

Common use of week in illustrative example sentencesMargo on a trampoline

  1. I've been sick in bed for a whole week. I can't wait to get back to work.

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  2. I don't know what to do with a five week old baby.

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

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Usage of Week in Michal's Fiction CorpusMargo on a trampoline

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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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Week, a morphological approach

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

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

Table of Frequency for the Word "Week."

This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word weekand 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.

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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 week, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal

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Usage of Week 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 #4427

as long as im not linked to an illegal surveillance operation i should be fine. skype can place me at the scene but that was two weeks ago.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

1 October, 8:52 PM

Frame #4583

weve been having a week of good weather. i wonder how the boat holds up in a storm.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

5 October, 9:29 AM

Frame #3773

still no word from pandora. she must be busy. being away from your business for a week must be tough. either that or shes dumping me.

JC Penney

14 September, 2:19 PM

Frame #4026

like the forecast said. the rain is back. jayce and i got lucky this week. there wasnt much sun but at least we stayed dry.

Chase Credit

24 September, 6:00 PM

Frame #127

barrys guys have been working this case for months. he must be desperate. hes giving up at least 6 weeks worth of profit.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

27 July, 2:00 PM

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Usage of Week 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.

"I figured: if I'm going to be standing, I might as well take Communion in my hands. After all, the archbishop said, 'Alright.' So I went up and offered my cupped hands to the closest Eucharistic Minister. He hesitated, but he had to give it. The next week, my second target - this time, the concelebrant - also hesitated, but he too had to give it. The third week, I went to the main celebrant. You know what he did? He was expecting me. I approached him with my hands cupped. He said, 'The Body of Christ.' Just as I was about to say 'Amen,' that man stuffed it into my mouth. Can you believe that?

Verse 682 from the chapter called Security

The truth was that the procuracy had racked up a series of successes. One of the reasons why it felt like there was so much corruption around was because the procuracy had finally started doing its job. In those days, guilty verdicts were dropping like one thousand, three hundred and sixty kilogram laser-guided bombs. They were everywhere. One after the other, they all fell. The film producer who allegedly solicited a large media firm on behalf of 'a group holding power' was found guilty. The Parliamentary deputies who allegedly revealed state secrets to warn their party colleagues in local government of impending arrest were found guilty. Even a stupid, lying son of a bitch who had called the Pope the Vatican's Brezhnev in his weekly periodical was found guilty of defamation. People started wondering whether the procuracy weren't going too far.

Verse 30 from the chapter called Vows

At one point, a stomach virus was going around. Sapper was hit two days before Jesus felt it. The night before your father got sick, he made himself sausages and ate them with ketchup. A week earlier, Jesus had felt a craving for ketchup, and, ordering Sapper to buy as many different varieties as he could find, Jesus had been given mild and spicy ketchup, ketchup in glass jars and plastic bottles, ketchup with and without onions, and so forth and so on. Jesus had the virus for a good four days: the first day was the worst: that night he vomited four times. The second day was better, but he still couldn't eat anything. The third day, Jesus was still confined to bed, but at least he was eating. On the fourth day, Jesus thought he was fine. That night, he ate sausages with ketchup. Waking up in the wee hours of the morning, Jesus vomited and felt his stomach tumbling and twisting and turning around. The feeling was gut-wrenching. Jesus concentrated all his psychophysical effort into calming his stomach. It worked, but it also required all of Jesus's attention. He couldn't sleep. When he moved a finger, his stomach rebelled. If his eyelids twitched, he lost concentration. Jesus had to give up. Suffering great pain, he thought to himself: they've poisoned me! like they did to that Ukrainian.

Verse 478 from the chapter called Arms

Two weeks after he was supposed to leave, Jesus was called by the Registrar who said, "Nothing. I can't find it. It seems like you were never born."

"This is fucked up," said Jesus.

Verses 293-294 from the chapter called Vows

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

Verse 1133 from the chapter called Security

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Usage of Week 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.

After all those empty weeks, the smell of his cologne was still permeating the room - that fragrance, that fabulous perfume that would always overpower my senses, that would always herald his approach, or distinguish his articles, that would sometimes irritate me, that would surprise me when I borrowed his hat and found it there, that would cling to me when I borrowed his coat and wore it, that favorite scent of his that found its way into everything he touched, everything he left behind, that keeps crawling back into your nostrils even after it first overwhelms you, leaving you dizzy, uncertain for more, but unprepared to resist and quite willing to submit easily to that fragrance, to that feeling of warmth, that coziness that makes itself so familiar after the first few whiffs, that comfortable feeling, that feeling of strength, that security, that presence that never before could I feel so acutely, nor understand so well, as when that fragrance overpowered me in that room, that cold room whose forbidding temperature only strengthened its powers, leaving me cold and hot and still comfortable, still at home, like spicy ginger ale from the ice-box, a straightforward contradiction, the easiest pleasure to accept, a momentary diversion really, nothing to worry about, nothing harmful, just plain and simple bliss. Oh, that fragrance was intoxicating.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 9, Intoxication, Paragraph 3

I have to tell you something, A. Jo Ann. It's been bothering me for a long time: something Albert said to me - something superficially harmless, but which, under the circumstances, might have a deeper meaning. I can't be sure. I've been dwelling on it for a week.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 4, The Fourth Day, Part 2, The Assembly & Government Reform, Section 5, The Power of Words, Paragraph 1

Warfield, the future Duchess of Windsor in that adaptation of her memoirs. I'm sure you've heard absolutely nothing about it: the production was terrible and closed after a few weeks. Ms. Christie was not to blame, but since her future seemed to depend on the success of this production, and because it's so difficult for anyone to look good in a bad show, during my entire stay with her in Hampstead, she was in a constant state of fluster.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 11, Guidebooks, Paragraph 5, Clauses 6-10

We shall have to keep discussing this later. I do not think I can write any more: I am almost unconscious. Besides, I think I've written enough. It's been a week since I began my daily journal - that is plenty.

Tomorrow morning, I'll send you my work. I hope you'll enjoy it. But, of course, by the time you read this, it will no longer be tomorrow morning. So I rephrase: I hope you have enjoyed my work.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 7, The Seventh Day, Part 1, Strength & Security Sector Reform, Section 2, Facing a Choice, Paragraphs 23-24

NIKE: It doesn't matter: I'll be making my own product. I have no idea what it takes to make a lace thong, but I know it takes around six weeks to brew a good mead. And the thing is: I can make my stuff in bulk - at least the standard flavors; the made-to-order stuff will have to be done separately, of course.

ANDY: I can order whatever kind of mead I want?

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 15, Dealing with Grand Schemes, Paragraphs 10-11

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Usage of Week 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.

Tae was confused. Within a few weeks, he discovered the wisdom of Kwon's words. He realized he had been too hasty with Fu. He was growing tired of her square figure. Often he found himself staring in the direction of the desert. A tent stood across the way. It was Bo's tent. Tae would watch her in the mornings as she emerged from her abode, stretching, walking around-sometimes she would bend over to pick something up. Tae imagined what life was like on the sunny side.

– from “How Tae & Bo Took Over the World and Kung & Fu Didn't,” an apocryphal bible story featuring twelve people who make bad judgments

Pat took back the device. "This occurred two days ago," said Uzumaki, "in an eastern district of Pf Chang. A week earlier, a Hentai Manga bookie was found dead in Blorpshire. We've traced the weapon to one stolen from a bailiff two years ago. Since then, our leads have dried up.

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story set in a time when aliens are a reality

The smoothness of the leather reassured me. I stroked it. I thought of my leg: the poison ivy I once brushed pulling overgrown grape vines from the trees: the week-long rash I suffered, whose blisters having burst, whose pus having wept dry, left that spot intoxicatingly numb, sprinkled with delightfully silky bumps, a token of pain patiently endured, an itch fitfully ignored, a small triumph of will, now faded into memory, temporarily rescued from the abyss of oblivion.

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story featuring the beautiful world of Paris at night

"Don't tell me he's going to join the condotta."

"Not at all. He plays for the Bishop nearly thrice a week. He's very good. Sometimes he even plays for the Baron."

This interested Ferrari. "I think I saw him on the road to the Cathedral," he mentioned. "You should be more careful. There have been reports of brigands."

– from “Italy Sucks and Has Sucked For A Long Time,” an adventure story set in Italy even though it could be anywhere

"Don't be afraid," said Bei. Her breasts dripped like immense cloth sacks straining a whole week's worth of doufu. They sagged below her belly button. "Jump in." She turned to follow Kung up the side of the rocks.

– from “How Tae & Bo Took Over the World and Kung & Fu Didn't,” an apocryphal bible story featuring a society that has to build everything all over again

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Usage of Week 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.

FLETCHER: Trouble. The Tahitians were already upset. They hadn't been given any land when the island was divided, not to mention the fact that some of them were being beaten. Naturally, they started plotting. What they didn't take into account was the fact that To-ofa-iti, the blacksmith's new wife, was not complaining. The blacksmith was important. That made her important. She started singing a song, the words of which went, "Why does black man sharpen axe? To kill white man." When Fletcher Christian heard that song, he grabbed his musket, ran to the Tahitians, charged them with their crime, and pulled the trigger. The gun misfired. Two of the men ran; the rest protested their innocence. They begged for a chance to take care of it. They decided they should try to poison To-ofa-iti's husband. He didn't fall for it. He was too smart. Ultimately, one of the Tahitian men pulled a pistol on him in the presence of his wife. Again, the gun misfired. The two of them started grappling on the ground. Who knows who would've won? To-ofa-iti, however, was not about to take chances. She picked up the pistol with her own two hands and bopped her husband squarely on the head.

ALICE: She killed him?

FLETCHER: Eventually. Things were deceptively quiet for a few weeks. It didn't take long for judgment to fall upon the poor blacksmith. The Tahitians shot him down like a pig. Ironically, that's what the other mutineers thought they were doing. Being scattered all over the island, each man heard the shots and naturally assumed that somebody was hunting. Most of them found out too late that they were the prey.

ALICE: How many of them were killed?

FLETCHER: On that day, now known as Massacre Day, five of the original nine mutineers were fatally shot. Fletcher Christian was next. He was standing in his garden. Both of his hands were on his spade. He looked up at the sky and smiled. He never saw it coming. They shot him right through the heart.

ALICE: How did the others survive?

FLETCHER: Jackson was shot through the neck but he lived.

ALICE: Incredible.

FLETCHER: It's a miracle. Ned Young slept through the whole thing. The women didn't want to wake him. They all liked him and they didn't want to see him get hurt, so they stood around his hut and guarded him. Eventually, though, even he had to get his hands dirty. The women wanted revenge on the Tahitians for killing their husbands. After Ned's consort chopped off the ringleader's head with an axe, he was made to go and shoot the last remaining rebel. That was the end of the bloodshed - not counting when he and Jackson got Quintal drunk and murdered him.

ALICE: It's so barbaric.

– ACT I, lines 616-625

(GREY GOOSE exits. ALICE and FLETCHER enter with scripts in hand.)

FLETCHER: Thank you for doing this. I appreciate it immensely.

ALICE: It's my pleasure. I love supporting new plays and new playwrights. Is this a comedy or a tragedy?

FLETCHER: I suppose it's more of a romance.

ALICE: Which part am I playing?

FLETCHER: You are Tera-ura. I'm playing Thursday October: Fletcher Christian's son.

ALICE: Cute name.

FLETCHER: He was named after his birthday, despite the fact that he was born on the third day of the week. I guess Wednesday October would've sounded more like a girl's name.

ALICE: Am I a Tahitian woman?

FLETCHER: You're not just any Tahitian woman; you're my ancestor.

– ACT II, lines 31-39

(LUKE enters.)

LUKE: Krikey! I just saw Kokomo bailin' outta here. Is everything alright?

FLETCHER: I sure as hell hope it will be.

LUKE: Me too. If it's gonna happen, it's got to happen tonight. I just got word from me manager. He needs me for an exhibition game. I gotta shoot through on the next plane outta here. That's in a few hours. If I can squeeze in a little cut lunch, I'll be a happy man. There's nothin' like havin' a sheila on either side of you. Too right! It's the perfect way to top off a two-weeker.

FLETCHER: Not to mention your honeymoon.

LUKE: That too.

FLETCHER: You have the money?

LUKE: All three thousand dollars.

FLETCHER: Where is it?

LUKE: It's in me room.

– ACT II, lines 232-240

FLETCHER: I lost my virginity to a married woman. Her husband was abroad - had been for several months. She did plan on joining him, but she loved sex - she admitted it - more than she loved her husband. Then again, I didn't really know the man. Maybe he was the same way. Maybe he was a scoundrel. Some women are just crazy. I was doing work on her balcony at the time. She would undress in front of me through the window. She even let me watch her masturbate. I was around eighteen years old. She was forty. I had no idea what to do. I couldn't do anything, anyway. I was surrounded by my crewmates. When we finished, we packed up and we left. I didn't see her for several weeks. In due course, we bumped into each other at one of the local pubs. She asked me how I was doing. I told her I was fine. I bought her a few drinks. She asked me to take her home. I did. On her front porch, as she was removing her keys from her pocket, she dropped something.

ALICE: A condom.

FLETCHER: How did you know?

ALICE: I guessed.

FLETCHER: Is that something you've done?

ALICE: I've never done it. I assume, if you want to get your point across, that's the most powerful way.

FLETCHER: It's true. I couldn't help myself. I had to go up to her room.

ALICE: Did you like it?

FLETCHER: I loved it - as it was happening. When we were finished, I felt as dirty as a pig. She wanted me to come every Wednesday afternoon like clockwork.

ALICE: Did you?

– ACT I, lines 642-651

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Usage of Week 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 learned later that the headman of the village had asked that I be replaced. He had claimed to the Ministry that I was crazy. That I talked to myself. That all the parents in the village were afraid to leave their children with me. I proved him wrong. If not for Putin and my three pupils, I would've been packing my bags for Moscow that very weekend. I would have lived in the village for all of two weeks instead of almost twenty years. I would never have stayed to teach a community of children how to grow up. I would never have married a local Russian girl. I would never have become the village headman. I would never have run for mayor.

– from “A Black Man in Moscow,” an inspirational story that represents something true, though the details are not factual

Sir Lewis walked down the marbled hall with head held high. A sense of incipient triumph wafted between smells of old paper posters and crusty deli sandwiches and stale cookies munched on by bejacketed professors and parents out for an open house weekend. The poor fools had no idea a champion marched amongst them.

– from “The Skirt on the Proctor,” a kid story about building attachments in an unforgiving world

The backed-up toilet in the basement stinks. Three weeks it's been festering. The cats won't go down there anymore. Luckily the wife doesn't have a choice. She had me haul down the old refrigerator. So she can store her mountains of yogurt. Let her suffer.

– from “The Backed-Up Toilet,” a literature story based on true events, namely the author's

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

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

It was on that last day of my second week, as I was teaching Russian grammar to three pupils, that a supervisor from the Education Ministry came to see me. He didn't say anything. He just sat in the class for a while and left.

– from “A Black Man in Moscow,” an inspirational story that represents reality as has been reported, though the details are fictional

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Collocation of Week in the Fiction Corpus

Table of Collocation for the Word "Week."

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 week 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 "week." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal

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    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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