Ivy Salon and Gallery

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Ivy Salon and Gallery, where regulars gather for their weekly trim, something peculiar began happening one morning. As the stylist clipped away, she noticed a small boy staring intently at her scissors. Each time she moved them, he flinched as if they were alive. It turned out that his teddy bear had come to life overnight and was following him everywhere—even into the salon! With a laugh, the stylist finished his haircut, promising to keep an eye on the mischievous toy until its owner returned. That week’s gossip around town wasn’t about who got the best cut but whether anyone else had seen the dancing bear.

2. At Ivy Salon and Gallery, where regulars gather for their weekly trim, something peculiar started happening. One morning, while a neighbor was getting her hair styled, she heard an unfamiliar voice whispering from behind the wall: 'Just one more inch, please.' The stylist turned around, but no one was there. Confused, she finished the cut, only to hear the same voice later that day coming from the reception area: ‘Could you maybe straighten it just a bit?’ Turned out, it was the new delivery driver who had taken a liking to her work. The salon became famous for its talking walls—and excellent haircuts.

3. At Ivy Salon and Gallery, where regulars gather for their weekly trim, something peculiar happened one morning. A small dog, usually too shy to approach strangers, bounded into the salon, its tail wagging wildly as it sniffed around the reception desk. Suddenly, the little dog froze, staring intently at a nearby magazine rack. Everyone watched in amusement as it began enthusiastically sniffing through the pages of an old fashion magazine. The stylist chuckled, saying, 'Guess he’s more interested in style tips than haircuts today!'

4. At Ivy Salon and Gallery, where regulars gather for their weekly trim, something peculiar happened one morning when a little poodle started howling in unison with the hairdryers. Suddenly, everyone stopped what they were doing—even the hairdressers put down their clippers—and stared at the tiny dog barking along with each hum of the dryer. The owner rushed in, picked up her furry friend, and whispered something soothingly. By lunchtime, it became the salon’s daily routine: every Tuesday, the same poodle would arrive, sit obediently next to his owner, and join in on the synchronized howls.