When I was younger, (like a teenager), I used to turn my nose up and silently laugh at older (30+) women who collected knick-knacks. What's all that about, I would say to myself. And then, what do you know, I find myself doing exactly that sort of thing. It's a cute little retro-ugly bird. It makes me want to cover a wall in cutting boards and display my collection of vintage ice-cream scoops in a coffee-table case.