For years I have been encouraging my mom to stop dying her hair. "You are beautiful as you are, you don't need to change anything! Go natural!" So when I started dying my own hair eight months ago, I definitely felt like a hypocrite. Eloise's pregnancy, birth and first year kicked the stuffing out of me, and also apparently the color in my hair. After she was born my hair turned from a deep, rich brown, to a grey-ish dishwater dust color. I'm not even quite 30 yet, peeps.
And you know what? It all feels pretty natural to me.