Then God said, "Maggie...this is a flat iron." ...and I was saved!
I thought I'd share this picture from days gone by... it may be an older picture, but the hair is still MY HAIR!!! Yes, I get out of the shower... this is my hair. I get caught in a storm... this is my hair. I visit Manhattan in August... THIS IS MY HAIR!!! (the humidity is a killer!)
So for you casting directors who need a '1980's Valley Girl' or an 'East Coast Italian Girl'... then I'M YOUR GIRL. Trust me, with this hair comes attitude... (hey one has to 'own' it if one is to 'wear' it!)... and I do! Meanwhile, please enjoy!
Ode to a Flat Iron
Flat Iron, oh Flat Iron...
With you, I am free!
Free from frizz and being curly.
Free from the 'Medusa Hair' that I fear,
Free from the birds who want to nest here.
Free from the mist that makes it all static,
With you, oh Flat Iron, I am ecstatic!
Gone is the huge 3-foot wide 'do,
And all of the doorways I couldn't get through.
I cursed my mother about it for years,
Who knew my own daughter would cry her own tears?
Together we face the storm we call 'hair',
Flat Iron don't break... oh don't you dare!
So Flat Iron, I thank you from the bottom of my curls...
Another day with that hair...and I would've hurled.
xo, Mags
