I've never, ever had a beard in my life. Ever.
However, last year around this time I decided I was going to grow one. Eight months later, I had what the kids call a full hipster beard, complete with handlebar moustache and Charleton Hestonesque Moses-worthy curls! The beard came in all grey, whilst my hair is still mostly black - very dramatic indeed.
I loved it. I quickly developed a beard ritual which would rival my shaving processes - shampoos, oils, balms, combs, brushes, trim scissors, etc. etc, etc... hard to imagine but yes
![Mr. Green :mrgreen:](./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif)
Every man loved it but every woman in my life hated it - my wife, my mother, all my wife's friends, all my mother's friends, my aunts and their friends...
So, I shaved it off on my birthday with a real sadness I must say. Over those eight months I had tended and nurtured it and didn't realize how attached I got to it.
...and now I miss it. But I'm torn - during those eight months, my shaving gear lay idle and I felt bad for not engaging it. Now I use it almost everyday and I miss that damn beard... Is it just one of those grass is greener type things?
...Might be time for v. 2.0