Pompadour and Circumstance.

In a valiant effort not to cut my hair,
I have been going to places I normally don’t go.

Like a pompadour.
Preceded by sponge rollers.

I even took a picture of myself trying to look cool and nonchalant.

But then…

Out of nowhere…

I got punched in the face by my blatant accessorization.
And that’s not even a word.
So you can imagine my surprise.
The moral of this little story is:
A.  It’s hard to be serious when you’re taking pictures of yourself and

B.  Growing your hair out may lead to the unexpected.

(SIDE NOTE:  Also, today I stumbled upon a petting zoo that was randomly happening behind the library and pet the following: an alpaca, pot-belly pig, chicken, giant rabbit, goat, sheep, donkey, cow, and probably rested my hand in a pile of urine-soaked wood chips without knowing it.
WHICH, IN TURN, proves that what you don’t know doesn’t hurt you.)

C.  Don’t be afraid to do something different with your hair, it may lead you straight to a petting zoo.

One more thing; Betty Grable’s pompadour here is just fanTASTIC.
(found this image on Wikipedia. )

40’s pompadour

-peace and love-

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