I am finally cleaned up and presentable again. For the month of November I didn't let any razor touch my face. A few days into December that all changed and I trimmed things up a bit. Then came the goatee. Unfortunately I forgot to take photo evidence of that stage because I was so excited for the 'stache. Now, I would recommend this process to anyone with the ability to grow facial hair. I would also recommend parting with your razors for November if you don't have the ability to put some fuzz on your face. It creates great conversational topics, and if you are striving to keep the ladies at bay, ditch the razor.
The 'stache was by far the most controversial. It was either loved or hated. Like any great team or food, the 'stache has a league of its own. You either love or hate the Packers. You love or hate chocolate. When was the last time you met someone who was lukewarm toward chocolate? I digress. . . Now that the cold is here to stay, some have wondered why the change? I don't mind a frigid face or cherubic cheeks. I do mind the itch and the constant company that my face hair got from the food that didn't quite make it to my mouth. Many napkins and tissues could have been saved if not for my food-filled-face. Next year I seek to continue this tradition. Perhaps it will come to a city near you. Stay warm my friends! Fear the beard!
I am finally cleaned up and presentable again. For the month of November I didn't let any razor touch my face. A few days into December that all changed and I trimmed things up a bit. Then came the goatee. Unfortunately I forgot to take photo evidence of that stage because I was so excited for the 'stache. Now, I would recommend this process to anyone with the ability to grow facial hair. I would also recommend parting with your razors for November if you don't have the ability to put some fuzz on your face. It creates great conversational topics, and if you are striving to keep the ladies at bay, ditch the razor.
The 'stache was by far the most controversial. It was either loved or hated. Like any great team or food, the 'stache has a league of its own. You either love or hate the Packers. You love or hate chocolate. When was the last time you met someone who was lukewarm toward chocolate? I digress. . . Now that the cold is here to stay, some have wondered why the change? I don't mind a frigid face or cherubic cheeks. I do mind the itch and the constant company that my face hair got from the food that didn't quite make it to my mouth. Many napkins and tissues could have been saved if not for my food-filled-face. Next year I seek to continue this tradition. Perhaps it will come to a city near you. Stay warm my friends! Fear the beard!
