A Bad Hair Day – Part III

Continued from “A Bad Hair Day – Part II

     A full six minutes later, he returned with my license and registration.  “Okay, Mrs. Lofaro, consider this a warning. Slow down…and…good luck with your hair.” I thanked him profusely and sped into the school parking lot. Jordan was now waiting in a car and I beeped to announce my arrival. There was tapping at my front passenger window. It was Jordan’s tennis instructor (whom I had never met) with a big smile and an even bigger umbrella. I slumped in the seat and sheepishly lowered the window. He didn’t mention my hair and neither did I. He was a very kind and joyful man.

     “You must be Jordan’s Mom! I just wanted to let you know that Jordan won a prize for being the most improved player today. He’s a terrific young man.”
     “Thank you. Bye.” I pressed the button and the tinted window made him disappear, which is what I wanted to do. Jordan jumped in the car and smirked at me during the five- minute drive back to the salon. I explained that my scalp was burning and that I did not care to discuss the matter until he was in college.

     The rain stopped, I parked on the street, waved back at a neighbor, and proceeded to have my hair rinsed and cut. I left the salon with rich, deep brown tone on my hair, forehead, and ears. Maybe blonde dye wouldn’t have damaged my skin. Maybe gray hair would look more sophisticated. Maybe a crew cut would be carefree. I got home in time to microwave a jar of sauce and boil pasta. To round off the meal, I served Coca-Cola on ice and a steaming hot tube of Pillsbury rolls. My sensitive husband listened to my saga and took one look at the soggy pasta and the yeasty rolls. He insisted we go out to eat. I happily acquiesced.

      Women are bombarded daily with messages about how we need to look, what we need to wear, who we need to be seen with, where we need to live, and so on. The “beauty business” makes billions and most of us gladly contribute to that profit margin.
What a relief it is to know that God has prepared a place for you and me. There will be no aging, no sagging, no striving, no sorrows there.
        
     Proverbs 31:30 NKJV  Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing but a woman who fears  the Lord shall be praised. (In addition, she should be kind to strangers and tennis teachers and neighbors and hair stylists and her husband and children and relatives and the dog.)

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