Plastic Comb

Have I said before that I scan the ground and choose pieces of junk off the ground to use for art?

Well, I pick junk up off the ground and put it in a box with a pretty peacock on it and save it until it builds up and then figure out a way to turn it into art.

My peacock box is almost full.

There has in my beauty school's parking lot been sitting a comb for weeks, maybe even months. I think it's the kind that would have fallen out of some guy's car or pocket as he was getting out on his way to the doctors-on-the-go type clinic that's in the same shopping center as my school.

The comb has been calling my name.

I'm selective about my junk, though.

The comb was iffy because it had at some point been used as a personal hygiene item. Other items I bypass are decomposable items, common items like bottle caps and soda cans, and things that have no visual value.

On the other hand, some things are just begging to be rescued.

One day I got two working pens on a single walk through the lot.

I find most of my pens that way.

It gives them more character.

Paper clips may be common, but unlike bottle caps, they are useful and if they're rusty and therefore not useful, that makes them visually interesting.

Anyhow. Yesterday I gave into the cries of this comb from the pavement. It was a rainy day and it was time to take the poor thing in and give it a home.

Now here's the awesome part: I accidentally left it on the roof of my car while I drove home. When I checked the roof, it was still there.

God has a plan for this pitted plastic comb.