I caught sight of myself in a mirror today.
It gave me quite a turn.
This isn’t exactly a house of mirrors as Herself tends to use a hand mirror so there isn’t a need for one on the walls. She is fussy about her appearance whereas I couldn’t give a shite about mine.
I used to get my hair cut a couple of times a year when a local lad came up to tend to Herself. My concern was one of practicality rather than vanity as my fringe growing down in front of my eyes really annoyed me. So my instruction to Local Lad was always the same – cut the fringe and do what you like with the rest.
Somehow during the Pandanic Local Lad went to ground, so I just let the hair grow. Herself started complaining that I looked a bit wild and that I wasn’t to go down to the village for fear of scaring the kids. So I started pulling it back and tying it into a ponytail. The months passed and eventually the fringe grew long enough to reach the tie at the back. Great! No more hair in my eyes.
Herself likes it now. I have been given instructions not to cut it [not that I had any intentions in that direction anyway]. She has also expressed a preference for a long beard [though I had been thinking of hacking that] and so I’m to let that grow too. Instead of looking like Harold Shipman I now more resemble Chewbacca.
The hair has now outpaced the beard so I could plait it under my chin should I be strange enough to attempt that. Equally I could plait it into the beard which would be an interesting fashion statement. Just as well I’m not into fashion? Herself is quite jealous and she has decided she likes the look so much that she is going to follow my lead.
Talking of appearances, why are there so many blacks – sorry! People Of Colour – in advertisements? Is it now mandatory that we all have mixed race kids and POC adults? It would appear so as they constantly pop up as typical families these days?