We hate our hair: It has a mind of its own. We have had to deal with it our whole lives, the cowlicks, the frizziness. We’ve tried everything – gel, confixer, blowtorches – even the overpriced salons can’t quite get it to look and lay right. We finally tried this salon, buried in the far corner of yet another shopping center in Central Austin. There we found stylists who know how to shape curls into something other than a silly, unkempt mess. We receive more compliments on it than ever before. We are amazed to find that it still manages to sit right, even after prolonged abuse from wind or hats or Barton Springs. We now love our hair.
