For example, I once saw an thin, aging gentleman - not much taller than I am - in a clean tweed print suit. He held his chin high as he browsed the rows in the university bookstore. Within one second, my brain had him categorized as an intelligent, grandfatherly, professor type...until I saw the giant sun-dial tattoo on the back of his shiny head. Then I was a little bit scared of him. I wanted to make him the bad guy in my next novel. *teehee*
Today's post is dedicated to inspiring people in the interesting moustache category.
First up, this friendly looking fellow who makes me wonder if I can really trust him. He's either a friend of Scooby and Shaggy, or Jabba the Hutt...
Second, a man who is the spitting image of someone I go to church with. His stache looks like the perfect hiding place for an emergency peppermint...
Lastly, this one makes me think of Professor McGonagall. Remember how she changed into a cat? If she would have married, maybe this would have been her husband...
Maybe my good friend, Lauren, will stop by and share a favorite memory of her families annual Moustache May in which all the men grow a stache, take pictures of their progress, and then get together to brag about how good it looks.
Have you ever been inspired by a moustache?