I got home over three hours ago, and the girlfriend has yet to notice that I had my hair cut at lunchtime.
Now I know how she feels…
I got home over three hours ago, and the girlfriend has yet to notice that I had my hair cut at lunchtime.
Now I know how she feels…
Evidently people just don’t look at my face, as nobody (save for the girlfriend) has noticed without prompting that I shaved my beard off over the weekend. Seriously, I’ve had a goatee beard for nearly 9 months, but nobody has commented that it’s missing.
I’m starting to understand why women get pissed off at their men for not noticing a new hairstyle.

I’m going to a mate’s stag do next weekend, and on one of the days we all have to dress up. The theme this time round is to dress up as a country, which we drew out of a hat a few weeks ago.
As you can see, I drew China.
I found this jacket at a little shop in Chinatown earlier today, and the hat is actually an old lampshade. I love the jacket, especially the collar styling. If it makes it back from Edinburgh in one piece, I might find opportunity to wear it again…
The girlfriend, commenting on how long I’ve had a beard for. We went to Egypt in June last year, and I think it was shortly after that trip that I started growing the beard, which has been in permanent residence ever since.
I’m getting bored of it though, so it might not last until March… Time for something different.

New glasses

Old glasses
I picked up a new pair of glasses last night, and have spent today trying to get used to them. They’re quite a different style to my old ones, which I’ve been wearing for at least five or six years.
The new ones aren’t as tall, which means that when I look down or up, it’s much easier to see past the edges of them. This is a tad disturbing, but thankfully my prescription isn’t all that strong anyway, and it’s only really in one eye, so I’m already barely noticing it.
What I am noticing, though, is the frames in my peripheral vision to the sides. The red edging on the frames is visible from the inside, and the arms are pretty chunky, so I sort of have these red squares at the edge of my peripheral vision when I look to the left or right. Again, something I’ll just have to get used to.
I wanted to change my look, because it really has been the same for a few years now, save for the coming and going of various beards. A chunkier frame is a start, although no-one at work noticed today. :(
I’ve had a beard for over 7 months now, and I’ve forgotten what my chin looks like. I think I’m getting a little bored with it now, so might get rid of it in the not-too-distant future.
I’ve got some new glasses being delivered next week, so it’s probably time for a new look…
The last time I was clean-shaven was over 5 months ago. This is probably the longest I’ve ever worn a beard for, because I usually get bored of styling it and so shave it off in a huff. Admittedly, the beard has gone through a few minor changes in this time, but I’ve had facial hair throughout.
Currently, I’m rocking the goatee with a chin-strap kinda thing going on. You can see in the GPOYW I posted earlier how it fades back from the chin, but you can’t see that my sidies gradually fade down to the corner of my jaw and meet the beard there. I think it looks OK for the time being, better than a normal goatee.
I just looked back at some photos to see how long I’ve had a beard for this time round, and I barely recognise myself when clean-shaven. I reckon I look a lot better with some sort of beard on my face, as without it I look about 16. Having said that, a full beard is a bit much…
I’ve no idea how long the current beard will hang around for. I don’t mind trimming it at the moment, but it’s a little fiddly to shave the rest of my face and not make a mistake each day. I guess I’m just not yet fully committed to a long-term relationship with a beard.
EDIT: I’m not surprised that I already have posts tagged with “beard“…
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At Gulfoss waterfall

At a geothermal power station

Searching for whales

Out at sea

At the world's oldest parliament

Being silly

On top of the mid-Atlantic ridge
Excuse the vanity! Most of these are from the girlfriend’s camera, not mine, in my defence.
We had a few friends round for dinner last night, and between the eating and the Wii golfing, one of them commented on my renewed facial hair. It makes me look like Edward Norton, apparently.
Usually, that’d be no bad thing: he’s a handsome chap, quite striking and I’d be happy for that kind of comparison to be made.
Unfortunately, the Edward Norton she was referencing was his appearance in American History X, where he plays a violent, racist neo-Nazi murderer with a swastika tattooed on his chest.
Can’t win them all, I guess.