When I found this Jasmine doll at the thrift store yesterday, I figured it would take the magic of a genie to fix her tangled mess of hair. But it was half-price day, and she was only 50 cents so I decided to rescue her from the evilness that had overtaken her long, dark locks.
I respectfully, tearfully and officially bestow upon my daughter the title of Doll Makeover Magician Extraordinaire. I can do that because I am her mother. I think you’ll agree she deserves the honor.