About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Shear Envy salon and noticed something odd on the parking lot—a vintage comb with an old-fashioned handle, half-buried in the dirt. Curious, he picked it up and found an engraving on its back: ‘To my favorite stylist, from your best customer.’ Who left such a treasure behind? The next day, another delivery guy brought in a vintage hairbrush. He asked if anyone had lost an antique grooming set. The owner smiled mysteriously and said, 'Not yet.' Turns out, Shear Envy was becoming a magnet for forgotten beauty treasures—all left by customers who’d visited decades ago.
2. A neighborhood kid was rollerblading down Main Street when he spotted something odd across from Shear Envy. The windows were fogged with steam, but no one seemed to be inside. Curious, he peered through the glass and saw nothing but a reflection of his own helmet. Suddenly, the door swung open, and an irate stylist yelled, ‘Who’s been using my blowdryer?!’ Turns out, it was just a neighbor who mistook the steam for someone cutting a quick afternoon hairdo.
3. In the early hours of one Monday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Shear Envy salon and paused. The air was heavy with an unfamiliar scent—a mix of fresh paint and citrus, wafting from the open door. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but rows of empty chairs and mirrors reflecting back only shadows. Then, from behind him came a soft voice: 'Welcome to our grand opening!' Startled, he turned around to see a smiling receptionist. ‘We’re closed,’ he muttered. To which she replied cheerfully, 'Closed for business, open for inspiration—now take a seat!’
4. In the early hours of one Monday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Shear Envy salon and noticed an unusual sight. ‘What in the world is that?’ he muttered, pointing towards the window where a mannequin’s hair seemed to be moving on its own. Curious, he approached the window, only to see the mannequin’s hair gently swaying as if blown by an invisible breeze. Startled, he looked around but saw no sign of wind or anyone else nearby. Shaking his head, he shrugged it off as a trick of the dim streetlight before driving away. The next day, when the salon owner checked, she found the mannequin’s hair perfectly styled—just how she’d left it the night before.