I’ve always wanted a cuckoo clock. It stems for my extreme love for the simple, colorful, shape-driven art of the Germans and Swiss. It reminds me of my favorite art of Mary Blair, an early illustrator for Disney. This year for my birthday, my sweet cuckoo bird of a boyfriend offered to buy me one of my choosing. I found one that had almost everything I wanted. It’s quartz so it doesn’t require constant attention, it’s colorful, it has an actual cuckoo bird that pokes out every hour, it plays a different song every hour, and it has a cute pendulum. The one thing it’s missing is moving characters or water mill. I’m in love with it because I fall in love with inanimate objects some times.