(or perhaps not.)
As some of you know, my roommate is a renowned hairdresser. As such, she is an artiste’, or at least artistic. She is also (by her own admission)
an old hippie was a hippie in her youth.
As such, she tends to lean toward pushing the envelope stylistically.
Last Summer, around the time of her birthday, it occurred to me that I had no funds with which to acquire a birthday present for her. Nada, zip, zilch. And, as she is a good friend (among other things, she provides me with a room to rent!)
I had to do something.
I decided to grow a beard. She likes beards. Until her next birthday, which is in July. You have seen it’s progress here. (Tonsorial Splendor)
And she recently decided to tweak it!
Here is the result:
The good news is she also cut my hair shorter. I can probably live with this until July – Hey! it shows I’ve lost weight, too! 🙂
Well, my roomie is expected back from visiting her family next week. In her absence, I’ve been ‘holding down the fort’, policing the livestock and being the puppy wrangler.
Most of which has been relaxing and rewarding (at least some of the time!) 🙂
But, I’ve also engaged in a small project which I’d not done in some years: I started a beard!
I’ve grown (and subsequently shaved) facial hair, in various patterns, since I graduated high school. I started shaving when I was a sophomore, and grew my first mustache right after graduation.
And shaving has been a pain-in-the-*ss ever since! (I know, this means I’ve been doing it wrong.)
But, with a quasi-law-enforcement career, much of the time, mustaches were frowned upon, and beards prohibited. Afterward, they simply became facial adornment until I tired of them, or until I tired of looking at my naked face in the mirror.
My last full beard was in the 90’s, which I shaved off to become Woody Harrelson’s character in Natural Born Killers one Halloween. I also shaved my head and sported fake tattoos. (I always went all out @ Halloween).
When I decided to grow back my facial hair, I was shocked and surprised – it was coming back in largely WHITE! I would NOT be Santa Claus! So I went back to shaving. (Once-upon-a-time it was brown!)
Over the past ten years, I had a mustache and goatee, and after J. and I broke up, the goatee went away. Now that she’s been away for a couple weeks, I thought I’d give it another try and surprise her. (I know, growing a beard in the Summer is stupid!)
Regardless, here I am, two-weeks-in, no razor or scissor having touched my face.
J. is scheduled to return this coming Monday. And she doesn’t always read GiA.