Hair Hut SC

Row row row your boat or swim on over! 😂. We’re warm and dry and have both coffee and apple cider available … no purchase necessary! PLEASE do be careful if you’re out and about … LOTS of flooding today

Here’s a before and after hair cut.

Sometimes I remember to take a picture 😂❤️

Another happy Mullet customer.

Well folks .. we are CLOSED TODAY, October 25th due to the new paint job on our building. We’re booking for Friday, Saturday, and next week .. please leave us a message for a day and time you’re interested in and we’ll get back to you as quickly as possible! Thank you for your patience!! The Harveys

Susan was excited about giving these 2 cute kids cuts today.

TODAY we CELEBRATE this guy .. HAPPY BIRTHDAY David!

What a great privilege to take care of 4 generations!

We now have Tiger Lily soy candles and .. they smell AMAZING!
$10 each
Scents available:
*Vanilla
*Vanilla Grapefruit
*Maple Cream

Today we celebrate the greatest gift .. Merry Christmas!

What a WONDERFUL time of “Thanksgiving”! We are so very thankful for each of you that trusted us with not just your hair but have also opened your hearts to become more family, than just a pretty head of hair!

We are taking the next few days off (Friday thru Monday) to enjoy some much needed time with family. Stay warm and we’ll see you Tuesday morning.

David and Susan

We are SO CLOSE to the holidays .. are you ready? Give us a call to get on the calendar! It’s only 5 weeks 🦃 and in a blink of an eye ~ 9 weeks until 🎅 😳

Excited about another mullet haircut.

Can you believe ..grey coverage in just 10 minutes? What a great option for busy schedules!

We’ll be closed thru Thursday .. back in salon Friday, 24th at 10am! Have a great week!

The Mullet is still marching on!!!

Are you ready for fall? Caramel and blonde highlights as we head into September

That happy moment when David convinced our son Leland to get a mullet 😂

Before and after looks of a Clemson student going back to school.

Brothers getting their back to college haircuts.

A back to school haircut for this college student.

More BTS smiles ..until tomorrow mornings wake up call 😂

It’s time to head ‘Back to School’ are you ready? Give us a call to schedule your appointment

I saw this on a friends page .. with the crazy year 2020 has been, may we all remember the true meaning of Christmas and share a little Christmas “magic” to a hurting world around us!

I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit Grandma on the day my brother dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," he jeered. "Even dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted, "Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."

"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kirby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kirby's.

I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.

For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.

I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.

I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat! I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that.

"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.

Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. “All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.

Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were -- ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.

I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.

May you always have LOVE to share,

HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...

And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

Ryan went from a long surfer look to a short clean look. Another satisfied customer.

Here is before and after pictures of today’s transformation hair cut.

Saw this on a friends FB ... what a GREAT reminder!

Another satisfied customer. This is a fade on the sides. Texture on top. Styled with Woody’s product. Finished up with a beard trim.