I am, as a rule, not a beard guy. Do not think this means that I am a shave every morning guy either. No, normally I rock the “lazy nerd” look pretty hard but a full beard is not something that I have ever tried. There have been goatees and the occasionally ill-conceived mustache type thing but never a full beard.
Why? Call it residual military brainwashing or the fact that I figured i would look like an axe-murderer, I just never gave it a try. Until now, well, up until yesterday that is. I think the last day I shaved previous to last night was the day we brought Ian home. Standing in that blessed hot water, taking that glorious shower I went for the full shave, soap and scrub. But since then I have let it grow, wild and free. It looked alright, I suppose. Kind of like a white collar lumberjack, but in the end it itched and got in the way of eating and drinking and last night around 9 I just had it. Off it came.
I took a few photos ahead of time as I had a feeling the big shave was coming, one is below and another is on my flickr. Enjoy.
OK, I’ll grant you that that’s a beard, but I like something a little more robust. This is why I was in favor of Jack’s no-shave November.
Better be careful or you are going to start to be as grey as Robear.