Isla Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of Santa Fe, when most shops were still asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to Isla Salon with an unusual package. The scent of fresh flowers and something mysterious wafted through the air as he approached the door. Curious, the delivery driver opened the box to find nothing but a single rose and a note reading: ‘For your client’s special day—Isla Salon.’ Turns out it was Valentine’s Day, and everyone had forgotten except for Isla Salon’s secret flower service. Everyone got a good laugh—and a free haircut that day.’

2. In the quiet streets of Portland one afternoon, while Isla Salon was finishing its last appointment, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Do you ever get customers who leave their hair exactly as they found it?’ With a smile, Isla replied, 'Oh yes, every now and then someone comes in with such confidence that they trust us not to touch a single strand.' The delivery driver shook his head in wonder, and just then, an old lady from next door walked in, her hair perfectly styled—she’d been a regular for years.

3. In the twilight hours before dawn, when Isla Salon’s neon sign was the only light on the street, a delivery driver pulled up with an unusual package. The salon’s owner peered inside curiously and found herself holding something she’d never expected—a live parrot. The owner laughed and named him Plumeria after her favorite flower. From then on, every morning, Plumeria would perch on the counter, chirping along to the radio while customers arrived for their haircuts. It became part of the salon’s charm—an unexpected, cheerful touch in the quiet streets of the city.

4. In the dim light of an autumn evening, a delivery driver pulled up outside Isla Salon and asked curiously, 'Do you ever get visitors from other worlds?' The stylist looked up quizzically, adjusting her glasses. ‘Only if they book an appointment,’ she replied with a smile. The delivery driver shrugged and walked away, muttering something about strange locals. As he drove off, a neighbor passing by whispered, ‘Just another day at Isla Salon.’