plain white tray makeover

ms. white tray?
yes, morning. i, ummm, so so sorry i am late.

(rolls eyes) i see you have an appointment today 

with heidi k. at 9 am.

yes....yes i do.

                                               well it's 8:59 am. you are lucky 
                            heidi canceled her project ruinway meeting. 
                              she is a very very busy woman you know.

i'm sorry.  (looks down) 
i tried to be here earlier but i 
couldn't decide what to wear.

so i see you decided to wear nothing at all?     

well, i figure heidi can start from scratch...maybe?

(gives sheepish grin)

whatever. go to room number 12. fill out the paperwork and wait.

you are very very lucky we even kept your appointment.

yes, yes, m'aam.

ms. tray walks into room. there lies a packet of information needed to begin the process.

she quickly scribbles down what she could muster, as she was already flustered by her tardiness and the front receptionist witch lady.

she reads & answers some of the questions:

what brings you to our salon?

i'm desperate for a makeover

what ideas do you have in mind?

something glitzy, glamorous. knock your socks off kinda thing...

tell us a little about your fashion history in 5 sentences or less.

i was bought by a nice lady at jo ann fabrics. the nice lady was excited when she bought me but now she just leaves me to collect dust and says i am boring. originally i was $12.99 but then i was marked down 70%, making me just $3.90.  oh i feel so cheap!

just then, heidi k. and 2 assistants walk in.

heidi takes a 0.004 second glance at ms. white tray, nods to the assistants, says "give her the works",

and leaves.

the assistants get to work.

first they take the mod podge

and slather it all over her front in random splotches here and there.

"oooo! that tickles" she says.

then they take some of this stuff:

and pour it all over her lower front, 
over the wet modge podge.

and flip ms. tray this way and that, making her quite dizzy. 
there was no distinct pattern to the flipping, it was way random.

 then they held her upside down and shook her some more. 

ms. tray was getting a little worried 
what she would look like. 
and why weren't there any mirrors in the room anyway?

then they leave ms. tray alone for 30 minutes. 

when they come back, they slather her 
again with the modge podge. 

ms. tray is feeling pretty good now and just when ms. tray thinks she's almost done, 

they add a finishing touch.

a party sign.

made from stick on letters and black cardstock.

the assistants slap more modge podge, let ms. tray alone for another 30 minutes or so, then slap another layer of modge podge on. 

they leave ms.tray alone again but this time a whole hour goes by.

ms. tray is anxious...very anxious at her new look.

will i look alright?

will nice lady start bringing me to her parties?

will i continue to be a dust collector?
where the heck is that darn mirror?

the thoughts ran wild, and just when she 
couldn't take it anymore,

the assistants came in and took her 
to another room with a mirror.

and she is reminded of what she came as, 
and what she was leaving as.

and she took a closer look at herself.

but they must warn her 
before she got too excited.

they tell her, nothing edible should touch or come into contact with her makeover. 

nothing edible.

unless, she places something between her and whatever treat she wants with a piece of wax paper, a cupcake liner, or small doiley or whatever, 
and she'll be good to go.

and if it isn't something edible, 
she's really good to go.

ms. white tray was pleased. 

she made a mental note to go the courthouse the next day to change her name to 

"ms. i got it going on tray". 

and realized at that point, 

when you got potential, use it.

and she never looked back again.