Why, thank you, mam'zelle. I'm over two hundred years late for a guillotine party so hopefully my beard shall live. Hurrah! I like your blackout-inspired thought of returning to horses and smoke signals. Though I imagine France is conducive to wistfulness in a way that Newark NJ probably never will be so I could be wrong. Bear in mind this is an impression gleaned only of a combination of Marcel Pagnol, Alcest and the color scheme of the picture on top of your lj.
Eventually, you will be able to use them as suspenders to hitch up your pants.
But seriously, what kind of upkeep must that take? Do you have to re-braid them often? Flip them out from under your shirt collar in the mornings? Make sure you do not slam them in car doors on windy days? That is love. Beard love.
Re-braid every day. The hair takes more upkeep actually. I have to brush it twice a day and use shampoo and stuff. The beard, once it gets its daily braid, can sort of sit back, be metal and do nothing for the rest of the day. I sometimes find the tip dips into my soup, which is unfortunate, if only because no one wants to see me put the damn thing in my mouth. Soup is life.
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I like your blackout-inspired thought of returning to horses and smoke signals. Though I imagine France is conducive to wistfulness in a way that Newark NJ probably never will be so I could be wrong. Bear in mind this is an impression gleaned only of a combination of Marcel Pagnol, Alcest and the color scheme of the picture on top of your lj.
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But seriously, what kind of upkeep must that take? Do you have to re-braid them often? Flip them out from under your shirt collar in the mornings? Make sure you do not slam them in car doors on windy days? That is love. Beard love.
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Re-braid every day. The hair takes more upkeep actually. I have to brush it twice a day and use shampoo and stuff. The beard, once it gets its daily braid, can sort of sit back, be metal and do nothing for the rest of the day. I sometimes find the tip dips into my soup, which is unfortunate, if only because no one wants to see me put the damn thing in my mouth. Soup is life.
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...I wish I could grow a sweet beard :(
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