Puzzlers go one more round in honour of Renoir

I dreamed of jigsaws last night, and as I woke up this morning, I saw puzzle pieces in my dreams.

First there was the excess of having done three jigsaws; unusual shapes and orientations of the puzzle pieces added to the level of challenge.

Blurry brush strokes by Renoir made it hard to distinguish one thing from another. Which pink was whose face? Suit back, or dog hair?

Now the puzzle backlog is complete. We'll do a new one next year. Or two. At most.