A collection of to-do lists and paintings in my journal
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
The place where magic happens
When I was a kid, my mom went to have her hair done every week. Every week! That's how it was done. She would come back with her snazzy helmet hair, looking fresh and lovely. I think she and the girls had a great time at the Beauty Parlor while being fussed over and beautified. It was the place where magic happened.