Daughters, I'm sure, are fine but sons can say things that make you feel good. My son and I were playing tennis recently. I was playing pretty good for someone who has been skipping the workouts for awhile. I told him don't let the gray hair fool you. I then corrected my myself and said silver hair. He took it a step further and said you mean platinum. Oh yeah, I like that. From now on I got the platinum.
I combined two locs for the first time. The one on the bottom was too thin. I plan to cut the two-headed dragon in a couple of months.
Last week, I kept my hair in two-strand twists. My sister said they looked like churros. Ask me if I care.
I'm starting to enjoy my locs even more now. I got a style idea the other day. I'm not sure if I've seen anyone else do it. I hope to pull it together next week. Stay tuned and have a Blessed Thanksgiving.
