I'm really bad about taking care of my hair, but even I realized recently that my hair was an unruly mess. Enter Salon Eleven.
As pleased as I was with my last haircut in early September 2007, I decided to find a new place closer to home in an attempt to increase my motivation to maintain better upkeep. If it only takes three minutes to get to my salon, I'll be more likely to return on a regular basis, right?
Salon Eleven has a modern industrial loft feel that I love. Greg at reception is professional and friendly, and everybody is rather welcoming. There is no snobbishness here. The cool gray concrete and warm employees make a good combination.
When you sit down for your consultation, you're offered water, gourmet tea or coffee, or even wine in the evening. The salon also takes cares of your four-legged friends.
My personable stylist Molly, a recent Savannah, Georgia transplant, snipped, razored, and tamed my terribly long locks. I bid farewell to about four inches of my limp, lifeless mane.
What a difference an hour or so makes. Given the ambience, service, and expertise, I think what I paid was a steal. If you live or work downtown, get thee to Salon Eleven, stat.
Check out the less personal version of this post on angelenic.