I enjoy working jigsaw puzzles. And word puzzles, but jigsaw puzzles are my brain sorter for plot issues and escape from reality.
Working a puzzle, I can focus on fitting all the pieces together and when it’s finished, I have a lovely picture. Usually.
All those black and white squares on the frame were my downfall. If my grandson weren’t here while his college is shut down for the pandemic, I’d never have finished.
At one point I took out the tape measure to confirm the side measured 20 inches. I decided maybe pieces had gone missing in the last move.
I took the sides apart and started again multiple times. By the fourth time, I was extremely frustrated.
Enter grandson with sharp eyes and nimble fingers. He got the frame together while I worked the middle, which with all the similar colored patterns did not prove much easier.
With Mother’s Day three days away, the middle was finished and only the floral border between the inner picture and the black and white edge remained to connect.
Grandson had a major project due, so I was on my own. A piece would fit the black and white edge but not connect to the middle pieces. Happened not once but several times.
I pulled the edge apart and reassembled. Still the floral border pieces wouldn’t connect.
Mother’s Day and the puzzle still not finished, I admitted defeat and, threatening to throw the puzzle away, went to bed. Next morning, I found this.
I’m not throwing the puzzle away. But I’m not messing with edge again either.
I didn’t cheat and leave them connected when I took the puzzle apart, though I was very tempted. I coded the backs of all the edge pieces then stored them in their own little bag in the puzzle box. Next time, I’ll know which border pieces belong on which side.
Maybe I’ll work the puzzle again next year. Maybe not. Grandson won’t be here. I’d be on my own. But, at least, I won’t go blind trying to connect the pesky frame.