I didn’t set out to grow a beard. It started unintentionally — and then it grew on me.
My shaving habit disappeared several weeks ago along with my daily work routine. I figured if I didn’t have to go to work, I could skip shaving for a day or so. One day led to another . . . and another . . . and another.
Before I knew it my scruffy facial hair started to look like a beard. It was then I decided I would try and grow a full beard. I’ve never grown one before, and thought I should do so at least once in my lifetime.
The closest I came to having a beard in the past was when I skipped shaving for two weeks while trekking in Nepal.
That was because hot water was hard to come by.
Oh, and I also had a soul patch around the same time that Dan had a goatee. That was back in the days when inflatable suits were all the rage.
I’ve received a lot of compliments about my beard (plus one thumbs down), but with five or six weeks of growth Dan told me I was starting to look a little scary.
Today I visited Madison at Studio 219 in Chelsea. Like Cher and Madonna, Madison goes by just one name, and it suits him.
Madison has been cutting my hair for quite a few years and always seems keen for me to try a new cut — which I never do.
I haven’t seen Madison for a while, so he saw my bearded look for the first time today. He too was complimentary but agreed that the growth was in need of a groom.
As Madison set about cutting my hair, Dan joined us and sat in the chair next to mine.
Dan told me afterwards that it brought back fond memories. It’s been more than a decade since he has sat in a salon chair (he trims his hair himself).
Madison gave me lots of pointers on how I should maintain my beard and then set about trimming it for me. Dan’s and my favourite tip was “You need to keep it at a consistent length. If it keeps going from big to small it will confuse people.”
I left Studio 219 feeling very pleased with my freshly groomed look and determined not to cause confusion.
live. enjoy. repeat.