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.

It’s genetic.

Grandma Knutson’s “disktrassans” probably had wings too.