I like jigsaw puzzles.
I don’t do them all the time, but in the summer I often like to do a puzzle.
I prefer ones that feature a photo, rather than a painting. I don’t like teeny tiny pieces, and frankly I don’t like too many pieces either. Five hundred seems to be the right number for me.
I spend a couple of evenings on it, at the dining room table. There’s a certain satisfaction in snapping together the pieces after searching for them in the pile.
I also like that they make me slow down and notice details that I might not have otherwise.
I found a jigsaw puzzle at a massive discount store last week. It was on sale. It was a folk art painting of old time Boston. I liked it well enough (there were no photo puzzles available) so I bought it. I started it that evening and finished it the next day. I wanted more.
My travels took me to the dollar store for writing camp materials. While I was there I picked up another puzzle. This one featured a photo of a strawberry pie. The size of the pieces was good. It was only three hundred pieces, but hey, it was a dollar, so I bought it.
Well, it took three days, but I finished it. Here’s what I learned:
- the picture on the box had different coloration than the actual puzzle
- the cover of the box didn’t show the whole puzzle
- the pieces were printed on very thin cardboard
- many of the pieces fit in places where they don’t belong
- the whole thing was sort of warped and didn’t want to lay flat
Still, I finished it, and I’m satisfied with the result. Now I want to do another one, but I’m going to steer clear of the dollar store.