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| - Have you ever been to one of those pricey salons where you walk out with a trendy, perfectly coiffed 'do, every last strand in its place? Where the stylist carefully straightens or curls or teases your hair into a style so picture-perfect, it's the absolute zenith of hairstyles?
I hate those places.
More often than not, a hairdresser who's busy adding products and whipping out the curling iron is trying to style her way into a better haircut. And that just won't fly with me. Cuz when she pulls out that little hand mirror and spins me around, I want to see what the cut looks like, not what her Con-Air handiwork looks like.
That's why I trust Ide Mania's lovely and talented Amina, and only Amina, to give me a just-hip-enough, just-lazy-enough look that gets compliments with minimal effort.
In the three years I've seen her, she's moved from a beautiful (but wretchedly run) Tempe salon a mile from my home to a former bank branch in downtown Phoenix. She's raised her prices $10 (to be fair, at $55 she's still cheaper than many other Aveda stylists around town). She's become busy enough that I have to prebook my Saturday appointments weeks out.
None of this phases me at all. Hell, I'd probably follow her to Peoria, and I'm not even sure I know where Peoria even is.
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