even*cleveland: gifts for jigsaw puzzlers

gifts for jigsaw puzzlers

A ha-ha funny one: Piecework Puzzles Meta 1,000 piece puzzle.

Akihiro Woodworks Jin cup for sustaining sips of something warm close at hand.

Keen Hsu's LED lantern speaker, to shine a little extra light and gently amplify the soothing voices of podcasters.

Akron St. Ko low table—paired with meditation cushions or floor pillows, the tray top makes it perfect for puzzle work.

One for collectors: Liberty Puzzles "Flutter By," 290 pieces with assorted whimsies (pieces cut out in the shapes of recognizable things, like caterpillars and dancers).

A puzzle disguised as a novel/a novel disguised as a puzzle: a first edition of Julio Cortázar's Hopscotch.
Shearling moccasin clogs (fuzzy slippers are always useful).

An enamelware bake set that doubles as sorting strays for puzzle pieces (or some less-costly butcher tray palettes).

Bode quilt jacket (each one is a wearable, covetable work of art).

Perfectly pieced earrings by Grainne Morton.

A snack that keeps your hands clean: old-fashioned bourbon cocktail lollipops by A Secret Forest.

The gift of infinite options: a puzzle without end—"no fixed shape, no starting point, and no edges."

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.

V. Woolf

Don't be amazed if you see my eyes always wandering. In fact, this is my way of reading, and it is only in this way that reading proves fruitful for me. If a book truly interests me, I cannot follow it for more than a few lines before my mind, having seized on a thought that the text suggests to it, or a feeling, or a question, or an image, goes off on a tangent and springs from thought to thought, from image to image, in an itinerary of reasonings and fantasies that I feel the need to pursue to the end, moving away from the book until I have lost sight of it. The stimulus of reading is indispensable to me, and of meaty reading, even if, of every book, I manage to read no more than a few pages. But those few pages already enclose for me whole universes, which I can never exhaust.

Italo Calvino

Why didn't she try collecting something? It didn't matter what. She would find it gave an interest to life, and there was no end to the little curiosities one could easily pick up.

Henry James

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