Spring Cleaning: Wikipedia says the practice dates back to the Persian New Year, which falls on the first day of spring. Before the New Year, Iranians will practice “khooneh takouni” which literally means, “shaking the house.” Really, I’m just writing this small fact to see if Sarah will comment and tell me whether Wikipedia is correct, or not.
Jonathan and I shook our house today. And our cars. We could still shake it a bit more, specifically my stove which still has crusted cheese and oil spilled from last nights dinner, but for now we are both quite pleased with efforts. (So much so that we treated ourselves to Mochii, of course.) Jonathan’s closet is much neater now, Good Will should be thrilled out of their minds when we pull up with four bags of stuff, and I’m happy my windshield is clear and pollen free.
While I was cleaning out my underwear/belts/everything else drawer I found all sorts of tiny boxes and bags full of old jewelery. Sadly, I’m not much of a jewelery person. For me, putting together a matching outfit is a feat in and of itself– adding earrings or a matching bracelet could really push me over the edge. I’ve worn the same Tiffany’s heart necklace since my mom gave it to me in Las Vegas on my 21st birthday. I wear my wedding ring. At one point in my life I even rocked the toe ring.
It seems most people in my extended family are jewelery people, because I’ve gotten tons of it over the years. I have a beautiful amethyst ring and necklace from my parents, given to me during my early teens. I have a tiny gold locket, complete with my own bite marks on the back, which was probably another birthday present when I was around 6. There are various silver necklaces and bracelets from all of my aunts, who still tend to spoil me at holidays. The gold cross necklace my mom bought me when I became a Christian. The initial ring which I hold dearer now that I’m no longer Lesley Sebek. The set of pearls purchased in Asia by mom and dad.
Then there are some of my own additions, purchased over the years at various places and moments– my entire sterling silver charm bracelet with charms from all over the United States, the beaded necklace from Prague, silver Celtic pendant from Ireland, my high school ring, the funky black ribbon necklace from Forever 21. Similar to Anna’s bathing suit memories, my jewelery drawer had me slowly reminiscing over all the happy moments and tiny boxes I’ve received over the years.
So friends, even though you may not see me wearing your gifts from past Christmas’ and birthdays, be certain that I’ve kept them safe in my underwear drawer. Each spring, I take the boxes out and wonder why I don’t show of the glitz and glam a bit more. Maybe this year I will. Or, at least I’ll try.