If you haven’t already noticed, this week has been predominantly dedicated to our favourite
pretty princesses boys.
Sorry, ladies, here comes another one…
Some time around October of last year the boyfriend started growing a beard. Typically I would probably gag as I prefer skin over hair any day of the week. But in this case I welcomed the lumberjack-chic guise with open arms because I wanted his skin to breathe and because I influenced his minimalist wardrobe (that has been blossoming handsomely) to accept shades outside of black/white/gray/denim to shades of navy and maroon in his button down plaid hoodie. Not to mention his two week trip to the depths of Idaho to shoot wildlife on a hunting range – his vegan ass loved that.
Through this process I discovered that my fuzzy wuzzy was shaving nearly up to his eyeballs! Naturally, his affliction had to end. Naturally I’d be the one to do it…with my cape flailing in the wind.
Now, as part of Josh’s grooming routine (aside from daily face washing and moisturizing, weekly manicures and exfoliants, bi-weekly pedicures and monthly haircuts) we take time out to pluck the strays sprouting around the hairline of his beard and a bit of the area above his brows.
You’ll need tweezers and a mirror!
Now, let’s evaluate:
You can see the stubble monsters peeking through the skin and making his complexion uneven.
Using tweezers, carefully pluck the unwanted strays. Please do not over do it. The goal is to tidy up – not create facial hair art like Kenneth Branagh in Wild Wild West.
The end result should look something like this:
Some redness is expected. Feel free to rub an ice cube over the irritated areas or saline solution/eye drops. After a few weeks of plucking you will notice the hair growing in much more sparse.
Keep your beards trimmed and ruley, ’cause hypertrichosis is only attractive in a side show.