Last week the Wreck journal got left out in the rain. It's been slowly drying out over the last week and is suitably wrecked by it's experience. The blueberries are totally dried out and glued to the page. The journal itself will not stay closed unless tied with the string we used to bash it into the wall.
And angry book minions peer out from the edges. I'm not sure what they're angry about... too much wreck, not enough wreck? They are silent on the matter.
The rain made some of the images bleed. The Title page before...
The title page now...
I'm a 35 (36?) wait how old am I? Anyway, I'm clearly to old to wander around with a Superman Lunchbox, but I have one and I love it. So instead of lunch...
It's full of art supplies! YAH. A very useful thing when there is wreakage to be had.
So the state of the Wreckage is good. Much wreckage has occurred with plenty more a foot. My sisters rats are visiting us for awhile, perhaps they will give the book a little nibble...
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