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| - Words don't describe my love, devotion, and adoration for this odd little salon.
After some mullet-loving "stylist" screwed up my hair up like no one ever has (please reference my E's Urban Hair review), I reached full on H-bomb crisis mode. I was starting a new job in three weeks with a poorly done emo/dykey hairstyle with a horrific and eternally brassy blonde color that may or may not have made me cry on multiple occasions. After having made much raucous fun of hair extensions for many years, it was time to eat crow and lick the plate clean.
Fervent and frantic Internet searching led me to the Goddess Salon. It was a little odd initially; you call the central number, leave a message, someone gets back to you, it's all kind of weird and frankly sketchy. They invited me to stop by when they were working on a client so I could see the process and they could check out the disaster on my head. The facilities are small, intimate, and secluded. The clients seemed genuinely happy with their hair, and I believe they would have said that even if Maryam wasn't standing next to them, holding a scorching hot styling tool-cum-instrument of punishment.
I got a fairly quick once-over and an estimate for the whole shebang. I think I almost passed out, actually, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I had to wait an excruciating three or four weeks for the hair to get ordered and delivered, and then game on! The initial visit practically gave me diarrhea from anxiety (not alleviated by buckets of champagne), because I had the potential to leave looking a hell of a lot more foolish than I did coming in, and a lot poorer. As Maryam haphazardly slapped darker dye all over my head I wondered what the hell I'd gotten myself into. I had worked myself into a full on migraine by the end of the 7 hour extravaganza, but when it was all said and done...
HOLY. SHIT.
Amazing.
This are not your average extensions with glue bonds. These are held in with non-damaging metal microbeads that crimp shut. These are real human hair (don't think about that part too much). These are the extensions that Jennifer Aniston or Jessica Simpson gets. Magically, somehow, Maryam's slapdash color job was perfect and matched the extensions flawlessly. After a brief styling learning curve, all the hair became easier to style and maintain than my own hair alone. I can wear it up, wear it down. Stellar. Gorgeous. NO regrets.
And I haven't even touched on Maryam, who is super hot, funny, and welcoming while at once wielding F-bombs in that amusing way only non-native English speakers can. Her brother - whose name escapes me - and Chelsea also have worked on me, and they are also pleasant and easy to talk to, without being fake (important when you spend hours and hours at a time with them!).
Like Annaliese said - I'd give them a 50 star review if I could. Yes, it's expensive. Yes, installation and maintenance is time-consuming. It's worth EVERY FREAKING PENNY. I promise you, from the bottom of my cold control freak heart.
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