Fazette's

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up to Fazette’s for a routine drop-off, he noticed something strange coming from inside—a soft humming sound like bees buzzing in unison. Curious, he peeked through the window and saw nothing unusual until he caught sight of the reflection on one of the mirrors: a tiny figure, no taller than a few inches, moving briskly around the salon. The driver watched, perplexed, as the little creature deftly styled hair, clipped nails, and even adjusted prices on the price list—all with remarkable precision. Just when he was about to knock on the door, the tiny being vanished into thin air. The next day, Fazette’s had an extraordinarily happy clientele and a new sign outside reading, ‘Now Servicing Fairies Too!’

2. While getting a trim one day, a regular asked Fazette, ‘Why does my hair always look like it has its own agenda?’ With a twinkle in his eye, Fazette replied, ‘Because your hair is like a rebellious teenager—always up for adventure but never quite listening.’ The customer laughed and said, ‘I’ll take that as a compliment!’

3. While getting a trim one day, a regular exclaimed, ‘I swear, Fazette, your scissors are talking to me!’ Fazette calmly replied, ‘Oh really? That’s odd… they’ve been whispering my secrets for years!’ A few minutes later, as he was finishing up another customer’s style, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Hey, Fazette, do you mind if I sit here for a sec? Your chair seems to be listening to some great tunes.’

4. In the quiet town of Willow Creek, a curious thing began happening outside Fazette’s Hair Salon. Every afternoon, just after closing, a small gray kitten would appear on the window sill, staring intently at the reflection in the mirror above the stylist’s chair. One day, an old man walked into Fazette’s and asked the puzzled stylist, ‘I’ve been seeing that cat everywhere around here—what’s its story?’ The stylist shrugged, ‘Nobody knows, but she always leaves a note with her.’ The next morning, everyone found a tiny piece of paper stuck to the door: “Just wanted to say thanks for not judging me by my fur.”