Starry Stupid Night

Puzzle - 1

My niece Buffy gave this puzzle to my sister Ramey (her mom) for Christmas. Ramey got frustrated with it after several months and brought it to me as she knows me to be an experienced and top-notched puzzle putter-togetherer. I’ve never met a jigsaw puzzle I couldn’t conquer--even the hardest ones. Two-thousand piecers go down like a sack of rocks in my presence. But folks, I have met my match.

Ramey very much wants to show Buffy the gift all put together, I suppose to show her appreciation for Buff’s, er, thoughtfulness. I really wanted to help--plus I love a jigsaw puzzle and thought nothing of accepting the challenge. But the thing has been on my dining table for a week and a half, and this is all I’ve managed. And I’m exasperated with it to the point of hair-pulling, teeth-gnashing, and cussing. I never want to see an image of Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” nor hear his name again--or at least until I get over the trauma of combat with this puzzle.

For one thing, I know for a fact that there are pieces missing. I have been through the box, one piece at a time, three times now. I’m still missing about ten or twelve frame pieces. And I’ve counted, and I know there’s not nearly enough brown to complete that hideous tree. Ramey swears that she didn’t lose any and if they’re missing, they were never in the box to begin with. I don’t know. I don’t know, people. I just want this thing out of my house.

I think I’m going to have to give up. I also think that Ramey should take this puzzle, dig a deep hole, bury it, and recite some prayers of exorcism over the grave. This thing is evil.

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On 06/21/2019, Barbara Anne said ...

Oh, my goodness! Methinks I've never attempted a 2000 piece puzzle and especially one as intricate as Starry Night. As annoying as this puzzle has been for both you and Ramey, it does seem reasonable to banish it somewhere far from sight where others cannot happen upon it and be sucked into it's web of frustration.

Fret not, you and Ramey have the power!

Wishing you a Happy Summer Solstice with hugs!

On 06/21/2019, Ramey Channell said ...

PTPSD - Post traumatic puzzle stress disorder! So sorry!
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