Margie Magic Fingers!

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.