My kitchen is haunted.
My kitchen towels, “shmaties” as my friend, Linda, calls them in Yiddish, keep disappearing and ending up on the sofa.
Suspiciously not near me…
I think they feel left out of binge-watching the Sopranos.
So much so that they can fly when I’m not watching.
So, I saw this “Pin” and thought “yes, I need to make that!”
A way to secure the shmatie so he can’t fly.
A clipped-winged shmatie!
My mom has said, with some disgust, that her mother used to touch her with wet hands.
Grandma Knutson’s “disktrassans” probably had wings too.