A short while back I mentioned that I would like to own some washi tape. I even helpfully supplied a website where said tape could be purchased for a reasonable price plus shipping and handling. Lucky for me, my sister and my mother both read my blog. And super dog lucky for me, neither one of them consulted with the other before buying me some tape for my birthday. So, I got a double-shot of washi love.
I immediately stuck tape on everything. It was awesome (yeah, I gotta get out more). I used it to prettify my day planner and to decorate my mother’s birthday present. I also used it to wrap my husband’s birthday present.
Then, things got kind of weird.
I ripped off little pieces of tape and stuck them to a big sheet of paper. The placement wasn’t random, but I didn’t yet know exactly what the configuration meant. I can only describe it as a Richard Dreyfuss moment from Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I ripped and stuck and ripped and stuck and eventually the image before me made sense. When I was done, instead of a miniature Devil’s Tower, I had this:
It’s a washi zombie. What else did you expect from me?
Yes, I am aware that I might have a problem.