Living with grays

Over the past 6 months I have noticed an increase in the amount of grays I have. I feel like they have doubled. Initially it wasn’t that bad. In fact it was something that was kinda interesting, but now it’s getting to the point where I am considering dying them. I have never dyed my hair to cover my grays. For the first time in my life at a tender age of 30 I am considering dying them. A part of me wants to see what I would look like with grays. I am so jealous of those women who have a head full of perfect tamed grey hair. Knowing my hair I know it would be all crazy and unruly. What I am trying to achieve is this but I bet I would end up looking like this:

Bring me a bottle of dye.

Where is my muse?

As I browse the web and certain bloggers I find myself being envious of their way to turnover so many projects and posts. Here I am trying to keep a mommy/baby/life blog and can barely be inspired enough to post an entry a week. I saw these color pencils and had to have them. They are just so unique and pretty and purposeful. They inspire me to draw. There is a lot going on but to sit down and put it in words is the last thing I want to do. That is until I find my muse.