My son captured this scene while driving through the Mississippi country side. Now this is a place I could feel confident about trying out a new hair style.
I am notorious for going to the beauty shop and plunking down big bucks for a new “do”, only to rush home, brush it out, hot rod it to death, and get it back to the way it was. Sometimes I think I’m stuck in the 60s.
Question: If you end up being disappointed with the “do”, does God get the glory…or the blame? 😉