Stephen Arden Salon

Linda K. has been cutting and coloring my hair since I was maybe 12 (and my mom’s for even longer, I think), and I don’t know what I’d do without her. I recently went back to see her while I was visiting my family and desperately in need of both color and cut, and I remembered why I never wanted to move away from her.
I started dying my naturally blonde hair red about 6 months ago (after several years of varying shades of brown — and Linda was not afraid to yell at me when she saw how far from an attractive shade I had strayed), and Linda found the perfect shade to match my roots and freshen the faded color on the rest of my hair. Friends, waitresses, and strangers at the bus stop have been complimenting me on the color. It looked natural when she colored it, and has faded far less than the other times someone else colored it for me.
She also always manages to work wonders with my absurdly thick hair. She figures out what I actually want from my incoherent and non-​committal ramblings, does it, and I love it every time.
The salon itself is comfortable and welcoming. The lighting is flattering and natural, at least during the day (and you know there’s nothing worse than staring at yourself in a mirror for an hour or two with bad lighting), there’s a good supply of all of the appropriate salon magazines, etc.
Note that (many? most? all of?) the stylists no longer accept credit cards, but they do take personal checks.