I am dedicating this painting to Margie, my hairdresser, who I call Margie Magic Fingers because she performs such magic on me!
I go in with yucky hair, desperately in need of a professional's touch. As I sit in her chair I imagine what I will look like when she is finished. Do I dare hope, dream, believe I will be transformed?
And when she is done, trumpets blare, as, once again, Margie works her magic and I come out looking like a princess!
Yay! (Clap, clap).
Now, if only I could take her home so she could do my hair every morning! I still can't roll that big round brush while I blow dry my hair to make it look like she does.
May we all look in the mirror and see ourselves as the princess we are anyway!
Have a great day!
Carol B.
2 comments:
How lovely your painting is!
I have the opposite experience when I go get my hair done. I never like the result. Needless to say, I don't go often. I am so silly! And I have long bushy hair! You could call me Hermione, really.
Anni
Carol,
I nominated your blog for an award.
Come by my blog to see it.
Anni
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