I'm the type of girl that freaks out every time I get a hair cut. Silly, I know. It has always been a traumatic, oh-god-how-long-will-this-take-to-grow-out moment. And the answer is "years" until the next bombshell hits it and ruins my life again. One long, continuous cycle of misery. Maybe I'm a perfectionist, never satisfied, nor able to elucidate my desires in a manner that communicates them succinctly. Maybe I couldn't find a good stylist to save my life... All I know is that Salon Amour changed that and I will never, ever go elsewhere. Senior stylist, Mary, is a goddess. Almost psychic in her ability to bring to life the vision I had imagined. Yet it was her delving approach, and artistic ability, rather than any mystical capacity that brought my dream cut and color to life. Take it from an over-demanding, discriminating fuss-budget, this place is truly the bomb.
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