Free To Be Me Salon Dublin

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver pulled up outside Free To Be Me Salon in Dublin, he noticed an unfamiliar scent wafting from the open door. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing unusual—until he heard it: a soft, rhythmic humming coming from one of the back rooms. As he approached the room, he saw only a chair, a mirror, and a young woman with closed eyes, gently singing into her comb. The delivery driver smiled and quietly left, thinking maybe she was just finding her perfect rhythm for the day. And indeed, that’s exactly what happened—the next time anyone walked past, they heard not just any hum but the sweetest melody of freshly cut hair and satisfied customers.

2. A regular was getting her usual cut when she heard someone exclaim, ‘Did you see that? The new sign out front looks like it’s waving!’ The regular looked up and saw nothing unusual—just a plain old sign. But then another customer, a delivery driver, joined in: 'It’s definitely moving!' Alarmed, everyone craned their necks until a neighbor giggled, pointing to the breeze rustling the nearby trees. Turned out, it wasn’t the sign—it was just nature having its own party outside.

3. One day, while a regular was mid-braid, the salon’s intercom crackled to life with an announcement: ‘Attention, ladies of Dublin—your hair is calling!’ The stylist paused mid-plait and glanced around, bemused. A delivery driver outside cleared his throat awkwardly, muttering something about a misplaced package. The intercom buzzed again: 'Your hair is yearning for freedom!' Everyone burst out laughing, including the woman getting her braids done. From that day on, whenever anyone entered the salon, they’d hear whispers of hair longing for adventure—until one customer confessed it was just her next-door neighbour joking around.

4. In the quiet Dublin neighborhood, a little girl named Lily often stopped by the Free To Be Me Salon. One afternoon, as she played near the entrance, she giggled and pointed at something strange happening inside the salon’s window. Curious, her mother went over to investigate and saw only an elderly gentleman trying on different hats with a big smile on his face. ‘I’m just finding my perfect look,’ he said cheerfully to no one in particular. The story spread around the neighborhood, turning the salon into a local landmark where everyone could be themselves—even if it meant wearing a hat or two.