I was working on finishing up some orders for P & P and was creating a Posh Bag in Tangerine Dream. (Great combo, by the way.) I cut out everything like usual, but this time I piled it onto my table and counted the pieces.
I'm thinking that's a pretty big ole' puzzle. I laughed out loud to myself because then I realized why I like this whole gig so much. You see, I am a puzzle nut. My Moma claims that I was only happy as a child if I had a puzzle to work. I'm still the same 30 years later. 1000 pieces? No problem. All the pieces have the same edges you say? Easy. No picture to go by? Bring it on.
The inner workings of this pastime? I love the challenge. My mind finds comfort in everything finding its place. I thrive off of looking into chaos and then slowly finding my way out. Then that feeling when it is all complete? Glorious.
So, you can see why I love how 42 pieces slowly becomes 1 bag. It's like a grand puzzle every time I finish one. The super, mondo, amazingly awesome part? You can wear this puzzle on your arm and look fab-u-lous.
Anyone else share my obsession with puzzles? Or do they make you want to pull your hair out?