About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually warm November morning when a delivery driver pulled up to Painted Babes Atl salon. The sun was just peeking over the rooftops of Atlanta’s trendy neighborhood, casting an unexpected glow on the usually quiet street. As he stepped out, he noticed something peculiar—a sign reading ‘Closed for Special Occasion.’ Curious, he knocked gently on the door, only to be greeted by a sleepy-haired beautician who mumbled, 'Just a sec, it's almost time.' Turns out, it was the owner's birthday party inside, and everyone had painted their faces like famous Atlanta landmarks. The relieved delivery guy ended up joining the festivities, leaving with a free bottle of champagne and a story to tell his grandkids.
2. A curious customer asked one day, ‘Why does every new hairdo look like a painted lady?’ The stylist smiled mysteriously and replied, ‘Because every time you leave here, you’re not just yourself—you’re an artwork come to life!’ A regular, who overheard, laughed and said, ‘That’s why I always feel like a modern-day masterpiece when I walk out your door.’
3. While waiting for her haircut one afternoon, a regular overheard the stylist whispering to another employee, 'This week's special: paint that matches your mood!' Curious, our regular asked what colors were available. The stylist grinned and replied, ‘We’ve got everything from sunshine yellow for good days to midnight blue for gloomy ones.’ A delivery driver walked in next, muttering under his breath, clearly not in a great mood. The stylist winked at him and said, ‘How about some stormy grey?’ Our regular laughed as she left, thinking maybe Painted Babes Atl could brighten everyone’s day—even if just with temporary color.
4. While waiting for her haircut one afternoon, a regular noticed something strange happening in the mirror above the stylist’s station. "Did you see that?" she whispered to herself. "Every time I turn my head, my reflection looks like it's wearing a different hat!" Curious now, she tilted her head again—and sure enough, there it was: her reflection had switched hats mid-mirror! Turning around, she asked the stylist, ‘Hey, do your mirrors have a mind of their own?’ The stylist smiled and replied, ‘Nope, just our Painted Babes special effect!’