I always loved the 'mucky play' part of Playcentre, and still I find such things therapeutic. As an adult, doing mucky play without children seems, somehow, not quite the thing. However, 'coming up with excuses' is one of the few lessons I learned at school, and so I have found an acceptable reason for indulging myself!
Finger painting - how can anyone resist the sensual pleasure of sliding one's hands around in slippery, slimy finger-paint?
Take out a bit of aggression by ripping up paper into tiny bits. Then soak it, beat it, and do some recycling while treating yourself to some water play - making paper.
Use the results to make a journal.
Then there are all those National Geograhic maps that come with the magazines, and somehow I just haven't been able to throw them out, just putting them into a box each month. Well, now I have used one, plus a local map, to make a travel journal for a friend who is going on an overseas trip.
The front cover is a map of where she is going, and the back cover is a map of where she lives.
There is another map of her destination on the inside front cover.
The inside back cover is to remind her of where I live.
On the inside I have random bits of leftover papers used for other books - I have become addicted to doing this to the books I make,
just adding an offbeat note, and using some of the scraps I can't bear to discard.