This is actually the name of the salon I went to today for a much needed hair cut.
I might have gone based on the name alone - I mean, it IS kind of funny - but I mostly went because a friend recommended one particular stylist there: a girl who cut hair in a D.C.-area salon.
That was all I needed to hear.
Not that I've never had a bad hair cut in D.C. - I recall one particular stylist who thought I'd look best as Mrs. Brady.
And, I'm sure there are good stylists in Cheyenne. But I wanted to check out the one who worked at the sister salon to a glitzy one in downtown D.C.
I had high hopes of walking out and not looking like a newscaster - which is also what stylists like to make me in to.
Overall, I think she did a good job. She wasn't my beloved Karina from D.C., but she may be a good substitute.
There's just one other person I want to check out before I make a solid decision - a guy my boss and her sister go to and who is apparently, um, a Dupont-type man.
I'll be right at home!