Pessach Cleaning Memories

One of the things I have been promising myself (and everyone else) that I will do, now that I am a Lady of Leisure, is to clean out all the junk from my desk, cupboards, wardrobe and everywhere else. So far, I’ve managed to put it off 😉 but, with Pessach almost upon us, I feel I can’t do that any longer. And yet –  where to start, that’s the great question.

On the radio, this morning, there was an interview with a rabbanit, who, speaking on the subject of Pessach cleaning, stressed the importance of renewal in cleaning. She said there is a tendency, in this consumer age, to throw out the old and buy new, but when an object has been cleaned and polished and made bright and shiny, it is as if it is new. Familiarity often breeds contempt – whether we are speaking of our clothes, our toys, our home – or our spouse! But when she does the Pessach cleaning, she feels she is revisiting places and possessions she once loved and discovering them all anew.

Be that as it may, her talk inspired me to tackle cleaning out my wardrobe. Unfortunately, with the rabbanit’s words echoing in my head, I fell prey to introspection. Here is the royal blue outfit I bought for my sister’s wedding – how many years ago? It’s still in perfectly good condition and, indeed, I even wear it occasionally. How can I throw it away? And that black coat, which used to be my mother’s – which her own father, a master tailor, made for her with his own hands? It’s been in and out of fashion several times. All it needs is a new lining. I’m certainly not going to throw that away. On the other hand – the blue-grey linen suit which I bought to wear in court in the summer months, almost 25 years ago, when I was at the start of my legal career. It’s in excellent condition (because I hardly ever wore it) and it’s bang up to fashion again. However, it no longer fits me. Not that I’m fat – I wouldn’t have you think that. I’m just not as skinny as I was then. No, I finally have the more womanly figure I always wanted (for all the good it’s going to do me now). I thought of giving the suit away to one of my younger (ex-) colleagues. It’s exactly her style. And yet – suppose I just go on a crash diet… I could keep the suit for what I once heard described as “thinspiration” (lol). It’s such a beautiful suit.

Okay, what next? Two old handbags, in terrible condition. I can throw them out, that’s for certain. Oh, but wait. Both of them are full of old papers, salary slips, bank statements, you name it. There might actually be something important there. I can’t risk throwing the bags away until I check their contents thoroughly and that, in itself, is a full day’s job. Okay, back in the wardrobe they go, till I can find time for that.

What’s this? A cardigan that I started knitting – when?!?!? I seem to have finished it – except for one sleeve. Now this surely represents a Piece of History. It must be just about the only time I ever actually tried to knit something. Maybe, now that I’m retired and have plenty of time on my hands (says who?), I should finish it. These bulky sweaters never really date and you can never have too many cardigans, can you?

Oh, what have we here? A slinky, red halter-neck dress that I once shortened, because mini-skirts were the fashion, then lengthened again, and which never really went out of style. I remember wearing that to go folk-dancing. It would have been more suitable for ballroom dancing but I had my eye on the dance instructor and – well, no more of that! It’s been a while since I could fit into it, yet somehow it takes me back to honeysuckle- scented summer evenings and a whole host of bitter-sweet memories. I don’t think I could bear to dispose of this dress.

And so it goes on.  The hours pass and I haven’t thrown anything away. The rabbanit’s words have only reinforced what I call my “Squirrel Syndrome”.

This afternoon, I went out and had a hairdo. While I was at it, I bought a new, clingy, navy blue dress for Pessach.

I don’t have room for it in my wardrobe!

Chag Sameach (חג שמח) to you all.

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About Shimona from the Palace

Born in London, the UK, I came on Aliyah in my teens and now live in Jerusalem, where I practice law. I am a firm believer in the words of Albert Schweitzer: "There are two means of refuge from the sorrows of this world - Music and Cats." To that, you can add Literature. To curl up on the sofa with a good book, a cat at one's feet and another one on one's lap, with a classical symphony or concerto in the background - what more can a person ask for?
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7 Responses to Pessach Cleaning Memories

  1. Silke says:

    As to your unfinished sweater – judging from ads I see it seems that this summer one sleeved tops/sweaters/cardigans you name it will be all the rage i.e. you may have a sweater there that doesn’t need any finishing at all …

    I had my bedroom renovated this winter which meant all the books had to go into the cellar for that time – I swore to myself that when bringing them back up I’ll do it slowly and thoroughly throwing all those away that I’m sure I will not read again – well the room was finished about 2 months ago – between a third and half of the shelves are filled up again and into the dustbin aka the local library’s flea market has gone so far? None!

    • I could never bring myself to throw away books. I could write a blog about that too ;-)!
      I don’t keep them in my bedroom – except for the one(s) I’m currently reading, but even my study/workroom/library is full to overflowing.

  2. CATachresis says:

    I think I am quite rare as I don’t mind about throwing things away! However!!!! There’s always a however! Some things just seem to stick around, it doesn’t matter how much I try to declutter: Certain books, cards, all my college work – even if I never look at them again! And of course objects that have sentimental value and memories attached. So maybe I’m not so rare lol

    • In principle, I don’t have any objection to throwing things away – except, of cause, for those objects which, as you say, have sentimental value and memories attached. It’s just that almost everything seems to have that kind of emotional baggage attached. 🙂

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    • Thank you so much! I never dreamed my humble blog would ever be nominated for an award of any kind. I don’t have time today to fulfill all the instructions but I promise faithfully to do so within the next two or three days:-)

  4. TBM says:

    I have a horrible time throwing stuff away since I don’t want to waste money and the resources that were used to create whatever it is I want to get rid off. So I end up having a cluttered place. I wish you luck

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