My son’s third grade rendering of the Charles Bridge in Prague

We just had our windows cleaned, which was more than overdue after a lapse of a few years. This is a major undertaking and takes the crew a few hours. We are on the third floor and our windows are double hung and from the 1920s, so the window washers have to heave out storm windows and climb up ladders. For me it meant clearing not only the space in front of the windows, but also the windows themselves, and it made me look more closely at what we have hanging in our windows. Why does it hang there? And why the hell does no one dust it?

Dirty windows
Clean windows

One reason I drag my feet for undertaking chores like this exactly all that comes with it. Because once I take the stuff down, I better dust it, right? Clearly I’m not dusting it otherwise. In any case, this undertaking gave me fresh and now sparkling appreciation for our window decorations.

A poster that used to hang in my corporate office

A winter porcelain plate my dad bought as a part of four-seasons collection; sadly he passed away before the next season’s edition was issued.

I’ve featured this crystal before; it is a gift from an old friend I am no longer friends with.
Glass orbs bought at our local 57th Street Art Fair
Cleaning, finally!

Star of David on a string with smaller Stars of David, bought in Jerusalem

Chamsa in the kitchen window, a gift from my sister-in-law who bought it at the Jewish Museum in Berlin.
It occurs to me, now that I’ve put this together, that even my window decorations reflect the ingredients of our lives, relationships to people, often poignant, and to places.
So this begs the question, dear readers: What hangs in your windows?