At last I’m emerging from the time vortex that is the Seasonal Holiday Period . I’m always amazed how two perfectly good weeks, with the standard 24 hours a day, seem to evaporate without trace or any evidence of productivity. I will admit that I have finished off a couple of lingering projects that needed nothing but buttons, or a little neatening and blocking, but beyond that the time has pleasantly vanished in flurry of large kids, family meals and comings and goings.
One of my private time absorbers that I allow myself at this time of year is a jigsaw puzzle: once the box is opened, it’s hard for me to tear myself away. I can lose hours listening to a book and fooling around with the pieces. I secretly begrudge the time I spend on it, therefore I like to have a fairly easy puzzle that motors along: the brighter the picture the better, and I like pieces with a variety of shapes and very positive connections. I find it very frustrating to have to question every piece that erroneously appears to fit. My assault on a puzzle is very structured: first sort and assemble the edges, go as far as possible with colours and texture, and then, when all else fails, sort the remaining pieces into the innies and the outies so that at least a few pieces can be ruled out.
I know I’m not alone. It seems to me that a very high proportion of knitters are secret jigsaw puzzlers. Does it satisfy a certain area of the brain that is also pleased by knitting?