Life of Wry

Oh my god I had fun with this puzzle.  I just love jigsaws anyway–whatever they are: castles on the hill, baskets of fruit, whatever; they’re all good.  For the OCD-leaning among us, jigsaw puzzles are the perfect sorting and organizing project. Seriously, I’ve never met a bag of M&M’s I didn’t color-sort, so a 1000-piece puzzle is h e a v e n. For the Buddhist-leaning among us, it’s a meditation on the now–nothing like a jigsaw to bring you immediately into a present state. It’s also mentally consuming–focus, concentration, endurance. What I especially love: doing a jigsaw is a pure and simple task with the clearest of finish lines. It starts when you sit down, ends when you get up.. you know what you’re in for, you are making progress each and every time you place a piece, and you know when it’s over because you’re looking at a finished product. Done, fini. And it is enormously satisfying at each of its stages. I will find myself leaving whatever else I might be doing to go all the way into the living room to admire my work, like constantly throughout the day. It’s weird.

Anyway.

So, yeah, they’re totally fun. But this one was the best. I was so hugely pleased with my idea of making a puzzle out of us! Nobody else was that into it, kind of a bummer, but that turned out to be fine, puzzles aren’t everybody’s obsession; didn’t diminish my fun and they did admire it along the way. Smile.

So… ta da!

One of its funnier stages:

How dizzying and abstract the process can be (a potential future profile pic). Hair can look exactly like granite, just so you know.

The stuff of nightmares:

And its source photo:

That kid in red?  Cutest thing..