I love puzzles. Short ones, that is. The ones with about 100 pieces that can be completed in one sitting. I love the idea of putting together a 1,000 piece puzzle. I’d set up a place for it tucked away in a quiet corner by a window so this project can always be lingering in the background. I can pass by the table on my way to the laundry room, put a few pieces together, then carry on with my laundry and other things.
I love the idea of setting the box lid before me, studying the color scheme and placing all the pieces in groups accordingly.
I love the idea of being able to match the pieces to the picture and feel the click when those pieces interlock.
I long for this in my life. Yet, so many times, I don’t find it. I can’t even find the lid with the picture! I try to group my pieces by color but so many times I can’t decipher if the green is the grass, the newly budded trees or a really cool shirt.