As I sat down in the chair, the hair lady complimented my beard and then asked if she could shave it off. I'm not sure I was willing to let her after growing it for 7 weeks! She was kidding, but did shave my chin and mustache to give me chops. The final touch after this photo was pulling up my pants, making my suspenders tighter so I didn't have the 1844 Britney Spears look (in the words of the wardrobe lady).
2 comments:
Cool experience, but I don't think it's worth pulling up your pants! Pants, pants . . . were you there at that field trip where we wore our pants backwards like those Criss-cross kids? I lost my taste for fashion that day.
I do remember that! I did that once at an airport while picking up one of my cousins, and another time at a family reunion. What was I thinking!
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