Lakeview Threading Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most salons were still closed, an old lady arrived at Lakeview Threading Salon. She carried a basket filled with mysterious threads and whispered something about ‘special services’. The salon owner, Mrs. Jenkins, raised her eyebrows but nodded discreetly. After all, she had seen odder requests over the years. The old lady deftly threaded everyone’s brows—even those who didn’t ask for it—and then left, leaving behind a small bundle of colorful threads as a tip. Later that day, a delivery driver commented jokingly to his neighbor, ‘I wonder if they offer threading lessons now.’

2. While getting her eyebrows threaded one morning, a regular exclaimed, ‘I swear I just saw that same bird perch on that exact branch three times already!’ The stylist smiled and replied, ‘That’s not a bird, ma’am—it’s our new mascot.’ A few days later, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Is it true you have a talking bird?’ With a twinkle in her eye, the stylist said, ‘No, sir—just an extremely well-trained parrot who knows when our next rush hour starts.’

3. At midnight, when the streets of Chicago fell silent, a delivery driver pulled up to Lakeview Threading Salon. He had never seen anyone working so late before. The salon door opened with a quiet click, and an elderly woman emerged, holding a steaming cup of coffee. ‘Late night again?’ she asked, smiling warmly. The delivery driver nodded, grinning sheepishly as he realized it was his neighbour, who owned the place. ‘You’re always here until dawn,’ she teased gently. ‘Maybe I should start delivering your supplies myself!’

4. At dusk, when the city lights began to flicker on, a neighbor passing by noticed something unusual coming from Lakeview Threading Salon. The soft hum of ancient machinery mixed with the gentle chatter of threading needles created a melody so soothing it seemed almost magical. Curious, she peered inside and saw an old lady with a mischievous smile, carefully threading intricate designs into the hair of a sleepy delivery driver. ‘This is my secret,’ whispered the lady, ‘to keep customers relaxed until their packages arrive!’