End of an Era
I have several running trends in my life:
I have never watched Titanic (in fact, of the 10 highest grossing films of all time, I have only seen two of them). I have not thrown up since middle school. I have only paid to have my hair cut once in the last 8 years (for my wedding 5 years ago). And, I have not been completely clean shaven since I grew my first goatee in 2001. Well after last week, only 3 of those trends still stand.
[Last picture with the scruff]
It all started when I got the itch to change up my facial hair. I thought Beth would be pleased with this new "edgier" look. But as you can tell, she was not impressed:
She was able to convince me that the burnside look went out with with General Ambrose in the 1800s. So I decided to connect with my days out west when I was fighting fire and sawing down trees:
Again, you can see that Beth was not a fan.
From here I decided to go with just the standard mustache; however, I looked so much like a child molester that I thought it best not to take pictures… those are not the kind of images you want floating around cyber space.
Normally when I decide to change things up, I shave everything except my flavor-saver / soul patch. Something about having just a little tuft of facial hair to remind me I am a man:
[Picture from 2007 with our good friends Cat and Dave…
whom we are super excited about going to visit this week]
But, for some reason, I decided if I was going to shave, I might as well go all out. So for the first time in nearly a decade, I shaved every inch of my face:
Not only does the "baby face" look make me appear younger and fatter, it also is a pain in the butt. I have to shave every other day and and I am not a fan of that. One of the main reasons I grew a beard was because I hate shaving so much.
I doubt this look will last long, but since it is a once in a decade kind of thing, I figured I had better document it.