I love jigsaws.
No, not the electric power-tools, jigsaw puzzles. We've developed a tradition since living in Cyprus of doing several in the Summer months - or at least, I do, with a little help from others in the family who are less enthusiastic.
Of course jigsaws, even smallish ones, take up a fair bit of space. But we have a large dining room table (which was technically a small conference table - it seats six to eight easily and has seated twelve without too much difficulty). So I do the puzzles on the table, and at mealtimes we just cover them with the thickish everyday plastic-coated cloth we use to make it look like a dining table rather than a conference table.
This year I have about five or six new puzzles, mostly either 500 or 1000 pieces. We had a couple given to us at Christmas, and I bought some more at a jumble sale at the Anglican church a couple of months ago. Of course I've no idea if the jumble sale jigsaws will be complete, but it doesn't really matter - I'll enjoy doing them anyway.
I don't look at the box when I do a jigsaw. As a child I was told it was cheating to do so, and even as a young adult it seemed very 'wrong' to look at the box. I do now accept that other people want to check the pictures, and occasionally - if I'm REALLY stuck on a hard one - I might take a peek myself. But I still find them more of an interesting challenge if I don't use the picture to do the puzzle. Then when it's finished, I step back and enjoy it.
By the end of August I usually have about four or five complete jigsaws on the table, which stick around for a week or two before I decide to dismantle them for another year.