Salvation in the Salon
As many of you know, I’m a big city New South girl who has resided for eight years now in a NC coastal town with a population of about 3,000. While I’ve yet to reconcile myself to having no museums, no symphony, no ballet, no art galleries, no fine dining and no Bloomingdale’s within 250 miles of me, I have to admit that the locals are an unexpectedly clever crowd. To wit: the names of beauty shops in the area — and if you put them in the right order, you get an old-fashioned Bible Belt sermon on sin and redemption told in salon-ese:
You start by Making Waves, then you Do It With Style and experience Sensations and Shear Bliss from Head to Toe, but oh sister, you’re on the downward path and the slippery slope. You end up doing the Flipp Teaze on Craven Street and you want to Curl Up & Dye, but then you have an epiphany and get A New Visage, so now you’re on the Hair Way to Heaven to Be One with Jesus.
Hallelujah. And have a good hair day, y’all.
–phoebe
I looked in our phonebook, the only semi interesting one was Head Hunters. Everything else was Father and Son Barber Shops(literally).