There are some things that one tends to hold onto - things that remind one of a simpler time, a gentler time. Such is the power of the green comb. It was something practical that was bought for me by my parents when I was a child, and has been in my keep for over 30 years. The green comb has an elevated place in the hierarchy of my possessions, and has traversed the globe with me on various adventures. With its sleek 70s ergonomic shape (well-suited for being slipped into a back pocket) and vibrant lime green hue, the green comb is both iconic and outlandishly dated. However, my love for this little piece of plastic, this slice of the past, will endure...
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
The Green Comb
There are some things that one tends to hold onto - things that remind one of a simpler time, a gentler time. Such is the power of the green comb. It was something practical that was bought for me by my parents when I was a child, and has been in my keep for over 30 years. The green comb has an elevated place in the hierarchy of my possessions, and has traversed the globe with me on various adventures. With its sleek 70s ergonomic shape (well-suited for being slipped into a back pocket) and vibrant lime green hue, the green comb is both iconic and outlandishly dated. However, my love for this little piece of plastic, this slice of the past, will endure...
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