Day 21: Anti-Catholic mo |
Who would’ve thought that a few inches of hair would cause me to question my social acceptability to such an extent? I wear loud shirts, I have no problem with colourful trousers, I spray myself with perfume that announces its presence from 10 meters away… but the ‘tache? It’s rapidly proving to be my sartorial undoing. I must gird my loins (or should that be twirl my tresses?) for the home stretch and wear my whiskers with the pride they deserve.
Mind you, my confidence wasn’t exactly boosted by something Madame Persolaise said the other day. I was examining my face in the mirror (not something I do very often) and I asked her if the ‘tache really did look as odd as some people had declared.
“Noooo,” she said, with about as much credibility as a politician cradling a baby.
“Tell me if it does. I don’t mind. I’m shaving it off at the end of the month anyway.”
“You look fine.”
“Just tell me. Come on, be honest.”
“I’m telling you. You look fine.”
“No, just be straight with me.”
At which point she gave me a long stare, wrinkled her nose and said, “Trust me. You don’t look like that much of a freak.”
Roll on December.
Persolaise.
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Good grief, Charlie Brown – you look quite smart!!! Be proud 😉
Linda, thank you very much 🙂