For those cultivating moustaches this November, watch how my great-great-grandfather Samuel Symons did it. It may have taken him more than a month, but here he is as a clean-shaven bridegroom circa 1877:
and here he is in later life, with a flourishing face shelf.
You'll immediately spot the pitfall: try not to let your eye do that wierd thing. Is it a stye? Is it the result of some accident? Or of trying to bring up eleven children in a three-room house on a shipwright's salary? (For all I know shipwrights were paid loads, and the census suggests that he managed to apprentice them all off at age 13, which can't have been cheap to arrange.) Anyhow Eliza, his very poised eighteen-year-old bride, wore the years better:
That is a fine face of hair but, unfortunately, would contravene the strict Movember rules. They ban any joining of the upper lip hair with the sideburns...
ReplyDeleteReally? I have mixed feelings about that. I don't think the world has enough full face-shelves that we can afford to discourage anyone who wants to add to their ranks. On the other hand, perhaps they feel it's a job best left to the experts. It's more of a life's work, I suppose, than the activity of a single month. Anyway, good luck with it...
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