Shearblondie Hair Salon

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Shearblondie Hair Salon and noticed something peculiar on the back seat of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in old newspaper. Curious, he brought it inside to ask if anyone had left it behind. Inside, the salon was buzzing with customers, so no one claimed ownership. The driver decided to keep it as a lucky charm. Months later, while styling a regular’s hair, he accidentally knocked over some clips—revealing the box. Out popped an adorable pug puppy who wagged its tail and licked everyone's hands. Turned out, someone had forgotten their pet during a rushed visit.

2. One day, while getting a trim at Shearblondie Hair Salon, a regular asked the stylist: ‘Did you notice how our new clientele seems to arrive in pairs? First it was two identical dogs, then two matching cats.’ The stylist shrugged and smiled: ‘Must be some kind of trendy thing.’ Then, as another pair walked in—this time two identical parrots squawking in unison—the regular burst out laughing. ‘Maybe they’re all friends from the same bird grooming club!’

3. While waiting for her appointment at Shearblondie Hair Salon, a woman overheard an unusual conversation between two stylists: ‘Did you hear?’ one whispered. ‘The new client from next door always orders exactly seven bottles of conditioner.’ Curious, she inquired later that day. ‘Why so many?’ she asked with a smile. The stylist shrugged and said, ‘She’s got seven cats.’ The woman laughed, thinking it was just another quirky local story until she saw the lady leaving with seven bags—each containing not only conditioner but also cat treats!’

4. While waiting for her appointment at Shearblondie Hair Salon, a woman leaned against the wall and suddenly heard a strange humming sound coming from inside one of the closed rooms. Curious but not alarmed, she peered through the crack in the door and saw nothing out of the ordinary—just a stylist working diligently on someone’s hair. Yet every time she glanced back, the hum grew louder, almost like a tiny engine purring. Finally, the stylist emerged with a big smile, holding up a perfect bob. ‘Voilà!’ she said. The woman realized the hum was just the stylist’s new electric trimmer—a gift from her husband, who happened to be a mechanic—and it sounded like an old car starting up. Everyone laughed, including the stylist, who teased him gently about his noisy present.