Rose & Stone Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes in the alley behind Rose & Stone Salon, he heard an unusual sound—a soft humming like bees but not quite. Curious, he looked up and saw something strange: tiny sparkles dancing in the air above the salon’s neon sign. The driver squinted into the sun, thinking maybe it was just his imagination playing tricks. But then, one of those little sparkles landed on his nose—cool and refreshing, like a drop of water. Smiling, he shrugged it off as another oddity of the city until later that evening when his neighbors gathered for a block party and someone mentioned seeing similar lights over Rose & Stone Salon earlier.

2. One day, as a regular was getting his usual cut, he asked the stylist, ‘Do you ever feel like that old stone outside is watching us?’ The next week, everyone started noticing it too. Soon enough, people brought their own stones from home, hoping for some mysterious connection or good luck. One day, a delivery driver even left a bouquet of flowers next to the stone. By now, no one really cared if it was just our imagination—we had ourselves a little tradition.

3. While waiting for her appointment one afternoon, a neighbor overheard two stylists whispering about an unusual client who kept coming back with strange requests. Curious, she asked what was so peculiar about him. The stylists giggled and said he always ordered them to add tiny stone statues to his hairstyles—once even asking for a miniature giraffe made of pebbles! When it came time for her own cut, she joked that maybe she should request something equally absurd, just to see their reaction.

4. While waiting for her appointment one afternoon, a neighbor overheard two stylists whispering about an unusual customer who always paid with old coins and never tipped. Curious, she asked around and learned that this mysterious patron was actually a retired librarian who believed in supporting local businesses using only vintage currency. When finally recognized, he shyly admitted to enjoying the salon’s cozy atmosphere and excellent service—even if his payment method sometimes caused confusion.