I now look upon a collared shirt with no vest or no tie as somewhat lacking. It’s like it lacks structure and form.
A collared shirt alone is a void. Like space without stars. Or an empty ice cream bucket.
Much like a face without a beard.
Or maybe just my face without a beard. Although now I’ve had chance to grow a moustache. With only half of the month completed, I can know call myself “moustachio’d”.
That is, if anyone can. (It largely depends on the word-status of “moustachio’d”..)
It’s been an interesting month to challenge myself. Growing a moustache. Regularly blogging about it. Learning acoustic guitar. Wearing a vest every Tuesday. And yesterday: hemming pants. Continue reading