It goes to show you cannot tell anything about a hair stylist by her digs. A couple of people referred me to a salon a few blocks from my house. At first, I couldn't figure out why. The place smells like squid, and has a football game blasting on the TV, and the woman approaches her job like she's Edward Scissorhands. But her haircut was one of the best I've had.
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Oh, the Edward Scisorhands thing would be kinda off-putting for me. What does squid smell like?
Posted by: Rhea | January 16, 2007 at 10:27 AM
hey, where is this place?
Posted by: scupper | January 16, 2007 at 03:23 PM