Well, I have begun to further wreck my journal.
Yesterday, while waiting at the tram stop. it was raining, so I laid the journal down in the street, stood on it and twisted. It has some gorgeous scratches on the front now and some of the cover is coming off, which I need to tape.
I got my hands dirty when picking up the journal, as it was wet, so I finger printed on the finger print page. I had my daughter do the same when I picked her up from school, as she had been picking up falling leaves and flower petals.
I smeared some of my pages along fences on the way home. My daughter was completely intrigued with the concept, so I bought another journal today (the book store only had six copies out of a pile of 50 or more since Wednesday!). I don't know yet if I will give it to her.
When I got home, I picked some wet rose petals, which I placed in the journal. I haven't checked this out yet as it's still sitting under the bowl, being squished.
It's very therapeutic, it really is. More reports as I progress.