This wasn’t a puzzle I chose. It came along with another one that somebody gave me. She had fond memories of doing it outside on a porch with family and friends during Covid times. I don’t really like the picture much but I shrugged and said, okay, I’ll do it at least once. And I did. It’s nice enough as puzzles go- the pieces are fairly sturdy, there’s enough variation in the limited shape (just two knobs, two holes every one) to make it doable, it’s not too shiny, and no skin irritation for me (a big plus). But again, I just didn’t care for the image, though it reminded me distinctly of a certain style of artwork I had to emulate in class one time (with pastels and charcoal on toned canson paper, I remember clearly). The colors just seem muddy, the pictures around the edge don’t mean anything to me, though I’m sure they have association for the artist- and I have no idea who that is. When I made some kind of remark about it, my daughter said: “Mom, sometimes I just think you don’t understand art!” Well, it’s just my opinion. Funny thing, the box is marked missing 1, with a little circle in a certain spot- but there weren’t any missing pieces at all! The previous puzzler must have found it later. I was glad of that. I put it together because I was going to make a replacement piece so I could swap this puzzle, and then I didn’t have to.
Assembly. The first picture already has a lot put together because there were many pieces adhered out of the box. Instead of breaking them up, shuffling and starting anew, I used them as-is (I think I’ve only ever done this with the zebra puzzle before). Just to get it done faster. Ought to have taken a photo between the step of doing the border (with some inside pieces attached) to adding the middle already-together pieces, but I moved on too quickly.