This is where dreadlocks are lovingly conjured by hand, using the ancient tools of the trade: a crochet hook, sharp focus, and a background hum of spells, cackles, and questionable playlists.
Here, there’s no judgement,
no pressure,
and definitely no wax or harsh chemicals.
Just a cosy, weird-friendly space where your crown gets the
attention it deserves.
Every lock is crafted with intention,
a pinch of mischief,
and whatever was left in my
forgotten mug of herbal chaos.
Based on the Central Coast of NSW,
I’m here for the wild souls,
the fae folk, the witches, goblins,
and glorious weirdos who know their hair is part of their power.
You can take your shoes off, cry a little, laugh too much, and just . . .
be.
This isn’t just hair -
it’s transformation.
And maybe a little hair necromancy.
