If I have said it once...

I have said it a thousand times; when Anne Shirley talks about kindred spirits, she is really talking about having a really great hair dresser. I am convinced of it! Ask anyone who has searched and searched for that perfect hair dresser and has had to live through series of bad haircuts will tell you that once they find that perfect person, you never want to leave them or to have them leave you. You feel attached to them in some way, you can't fathom someone else even touching your hair.
I have found that kindred spirit, her name is Chelsea and she is in Mesa. She is a hair goddess and I knew that I would never find someone like her in Yuma and so that is why I would travel 6 hours round trip to go to her to get my hair done. But than gas prices got too high and there was no way I could get out to her and than with being prego it was getting to hard to sit in a car that long. But I needed my hair done before Elsie came because who knows when I will have a chance afterwards. So I took in a lot of recomendations and scouted out some people and I decided on this one girl. Let's just say, Chelsea you are still my kindred spirit and I will be calling you the second we get back into Mesa to do some major damage control!
The cut is okay, I can live with it but the color...oh my gosh, the color!! I went into the salon wanting this:

and came out (four hours later...FOUR HOURS FOLKS) getting this:

Okay, this may be an over dramatization but when I got home I told Ty, "I have orange hair" and he said (ever so sweetly), "No you doubt, its copper." "Like a penny? Great, now when you have to take pics of my at the hospital I am going to look like a swollen, fat cow with copper hair!" You have to understand, I am fanatical about my hair and I don't take bad color jobs or cuts very easily. Hence, my feelings about kindred spirits and hair dressers. You know what I mean right?