It’s Growing On Me

This facial hair thing is starting to grow on me.(hahaha) I’m not sure that I will shave it off on Nov. 25 as originally intended. I may need to stylize it in a fresh new way.  I’ve seen some unique designs online.  But I’m not quite at that caliber.

It would take me far too long to get my beard to a level that I could become competitive with.  But I think I could shave some sort of imagery or design into it. Have a look at the fun I could try:

I could try for a “Bat-stache” and be heroic looking. Only thing is that my hairs are light in colour and as I trim them, they’d almost disappear.

I may be able to get away with a monkey tail. Shave a lovely curve around my lips could be playful and fun.  But with Christmas coming up, I think I need to just add glitter:

Or simply shave it off. I can’t decide if I should keep the beard or let it go.

I look alright with it. Maybe I’ll keep it for the winter to keep my cheeks warm. I guess I’ll just wait and see.

Proving a Point

I have a generally great relationship with my kids. Lots of healthy joking between us as well as humorous banter back and forth. But sometimes they can’t stop with the insults and jabs.

The other day they were making fun of me. It was ok at first, then I decided to prove them wrong. Maybe I was being spiteful, more likely is I am unsure where my standing is with them any more. Gauntlets are thrown down- I’m going to grow a beard.

I don’t like facial hair. I mentioned it last October in Shaving about how much I don’t do facial hair. But this time around- it’s to prove my kids wrong. I will grow a beard to show them that I can. Even though I hate the feeling of facial hair.

I’m not sure how I will look- I’m a bit worried it will age me. I also think I’ll resemble my father. Both looks I don’t really want to achieve. In any case- I will shave whatever I’ve grown on November 25th. That is the anniversary of my father’s death. 

Perhaps I’ll like it and keep the hair. Although not likely… My 13 year old daughter told me “Next you’re going to become a hipster and want a man-bun.” Ouch. She’s so opinionated. No idea where she gets it. (From her mother…)


I like being clean shaven.  Mostly because it would take me months to grow any kind of facial hair.  No joke.  After graduating high school, I grew a goatee to try and show off my manhood.  Ya.  I looked like Shaggy- that was also the Halloween costume of the year.  I did kind of like having well manicured hair, but it was short lived for only a of couple years.

One month’s growth. Circa December 1st,2011.

Back in 2011, I grew a mustache for Movember.  It was for a good cause and helped raise money and awareness for men’s health.  Go Joe!  I shaved the day after it was all over.

I have a regular shaving routine.  Every Monday, Wednesday & Friday.  The days in between- you could barely tell that I have any stubble.  It just doesn’t want to show up.  Five o’clock shadow? Maybe in a week’s time it would be there.  It takes me less than a minute to shave.  I like the look, it keeps me young.  My children prefer it as well.  They like hugs and giving me a kiss on the cheek after a shave.

My father had a beard and only ever trimmed it about once a month.  He smoked and drank beer, so the smell remained around his face trapped in his beard.  It kept me at bay.  So when I became a teenager starting to grow hair, he never took the time to teach me how to shave.  I bought a cheap electric razor and used that for years.  Then this magazine for men – Maxim became my source for all things important to me.  In one of the articles, I learned the right way to shave with a razor and shaving cream.  I’ve never looked back.

I have many friends with facial hair of all types.  Some guys have glorious beards, others are scruffy.  Some guys are so well kept they have an air of being metrosexual.  Others really should take lessons in shaving.  Facial hair or lack of hair is who we are.

I’m going to end this with a quote my friend (with great facial hair) often says when excited:

By Odin’s Beard!