I love Washi tape. That papery semi-sticky substance on a cardboard roll that comes in a huge variety of colors and patterns. And sparkles. We all know I love anything that sparkles. My friend, Hildie McQueen, is the guilty party that introduced me to washi tape some years ago much to my husband’s dismay. She showed me how to decorate my publishing calendar to suit my personality. I had no idea I would get such joy out of something so small. But…I wasn’t the only one.
This picture is of my eight-pound Pomeranian, Madelyn Rose, aka Maddie. She’s cute and friendly and full of attitude, and she too has discovered the joy of washi tape.
As you can see from the picture on the right, her bed is full of rolls she purloined from the case while I wasn’t watching. She insisted it wasn’t her, but it would appear she’d found her joy in washi tape by punching her teeth through the rolls making them useless to me.
Perhaps I can find a new purpose for these Pomeranian purloined, perforated rolls in their altered state. Any suggestions?
All our best to you and yours,
Peggy and Nikki
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