It is one of man’s curious idiosyncrasies to create difficulties for the pleasure of resolving them. – Joseph de Maistre
I love puzzles – the bigger, the better, for the most part. It started (sort of) with getting a chicken-shaped one for Christmas one year, though at the time I wasn’t terribly interested and my dad did most of the work. But then I started thinking about it again awhile later, and now you could probably call me addicted. Puzzles are one of the things I miss while I’m away at school.
But anyway, I am currently working on a 2,000 piece one. I found it at a yard sale or something a few years ago, and it’s been languishing on top of the piano ever since because it’s too big to fit on my normal puzzle spot in the basement. I had to confiscate the dining room table, so we’ve been eating at one end of it for most of the past two weeks.
It’s not quite as far along as I would like. That’s partly because it got put away for a few days because we had company and needed the table, but it’s also partly because it is a rather difficult puzzle. I don’t know if you can tell from the small pictures, but the pieces are all oddly shaped. There’s hardly a normal one among them. The pattern – stained glass – doesn’t help either.
I am quite enjoying this one. I hoped to have it done before my brother came back from camp, but since I’m leaving in the morning and won’t be back until he is, I guess that isn’t going to happen.