I shaved this morning.
I wasn’t going to, but I was getting pretty beard-y.
In my haste, I grabbed my beard clipper dealies and zapped off my sideburns a little higher than I planned. I even had a tiny bit of a tan line. On my face. In the winter. In Canada.
The fairly minor change in sideburn length seemed to make a bigger difference than I would have expected. I looked different. Older… or younger. My face looked fatter… or skinnier.
(I’d be awesome working as a witness with a police sketch artist, eh?)
I didn’t like it.
So, I took my shower.
*shower shower shower*
Then, I got out and looked in the mirror and discovered…
That I totally liked the new sideburns.
I am not sure what happened to change my mind. Maybe they needed to be combined with messy wet hair. (Messy dry hair didn’t float their boat apparently.)
But, then I stared in the mirror for too long and didn’t recognize myself anymore. Have you ever done that? I was still crushing on myself, but I felt a bit like I was looking at a stranger.
Well, I have things to do. I am listening to 80s music — Rock Me Amadeus indeed — and half-considering having a large bag of potato chips for lunch.
I am also checking your blogs using bloglines.com. You should use it. It is a metric tonne of awesome.