Back in the day I made my own paper. Somewhere in a rate I have a stack of fantastic paper that I made.OF that paper that I made I made this journal. It's probably one of the first books I ever made that is more than one signature. It is a horrible representation of bookbinding. I had no idea what I was doing and sort of tossed it together.We had a little wiener dog and he ate the binding. Literally chewed it off. It was full and fluffy and had long strands of raffia trailing off the spine, in several colors.Somehow the journal survived the ravages of that evil little dog's teeth and chronicle's a week long vacation I took in Maine, on a lake without electricity or running water. It was one of the best and cheapest vacations I ever took and still to this day when my partner and I discuss vacations this one comes up for it's sheer relaxation.