Isn't recreation supposed to be fun?
DH and I decided to buy a couple puzzles that we could do together. Sounds fun, right?
Here's what we picked out:
It started out fine. We settled down with a pizza, lots of fattening snacks, and cream soda.
With the edge pieces together, the corners started to fill in...
...And so did frustration.
Up until now it was pretty fun. But hours of deliberating between pieces of a blue-ish jacket and pieces of a brown-ish jacket can really spoil it.
It sat like that for almost a week. Neither of us wanted to do the dirty work to finish the suits or the wall.
But we also wanted our dining room table back. So DH finally buckled down and finished it:
That was the most un-relaxing form of recreation ever! I mean, it was just torture! Hours of sitting still, being forced to fit the pieces in exactly right- Gahhh!
And then my dad visited, saw the puzzle, and laughed! He and Mom are doing one too, but with a mountain scene and tons of tiny little flowers.
Puzzles are not for me!