Sisterhood isn't too far: we've already got the matching bangs and nose rings.
T HIS IS NOT as circus-y as it may sound: the talented Erin Dollar has a blog called I Made You a Beard, in which she explores the glorious wonders of beards and actually crafts ready-to-wear faux beards out of felt and yarn. She sells these beards on her Etsy shop, and I must admit, I’m saving up for the hot pink one. There is something quite campy about dressing up in a colorful beard–perfect for costumes, theme parties, and other times that you might feel the need to question your identity. Plus, wouldn’t it be amazing to have such a quirky creative sister as Erin? The only things my brother, T, ever crafted were some wooden salad tongs when he attended a Waldorf school (handy, yes, but not as exciting).
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Is this the equivalent of when my sister tried to dress me up as a girl when I was little? I wonder what it is about siblings and gender exploration. Did T ever try to put a beard on you?
In addition, I exquisitely crafted a 16inch boat from a block of wood, I knit a pair of socks and a colorful ball. Furthermore, I made a turtle out of clay, and that just scratches the surface of the many hand crafted treasures that I formed at the Rudolf Steiner School.
P.S. I never put a beard on Anna.
I wish my facial hair was as impressive as Erin Dollar’s. She puts most beards to shame.
We should have seen this sort of thing coming when Anna posted about making a Santa beard.
At my age I am hoping to not grow a beard, it’s bad enough that stray hairs appear on my chin, but the eye sight is bad so I can’t see them either. Let’s just forget about the mirrors that magnify the area.
Speaking of crafty creations, I don’t think this tread should continue without a mention of Anna’s ceramic Michelin man.
Haha, “E”. Good thinking with the Santa beard. Who knows what’s next on the beard front for TSP.
Last year I was in charge of 25 American college-age exchange students in Russia, and several of the girls just loved making beards and mustaches, sticking (or drawing) them on and then going out to clubs. The funniest thing is that the Russian guys went crazy for their mustaches. They would ask the girls if they would make them staches too! After going out this way 3 or 4 times they realized that sans-beard, they would never get guys. Guys would leave the hot Russian girls for them. Now I believe in the power of the beard!
it’s the Staypuff Marshmallow Man!
Welcome M–here’s hoping that no unwanted beards appear on any lady chins of people we love and know!
And welcome Jessica, my mom and I roared in laughter at that story. I once attended a mustache-themed party at Guilford, but sadly, I went home alone. Russia here I come!
I don’t know if I should bring this up, but was that the party where you put on a moustache to be the mail lady? I think that might be the reason you didn’t snag anyone. Also, I think I might have come over that night so it might be preferable there wasn’t too much ‘stache-mania.
Actually, E, that wasn’t what I was originally thinking of. I was thinking of a themed party where mustaches were the theme, I don’t think you were at Guilford then. But I sported a stache when I went as the mail lady AND Halloween ’06.
I love the pic of you and T. You’ve always been beautiful children. And I always loved how much you looked like your mom when you were little the tiny pic in your living room, I could have sworn your mom was you!. Such beautiful parents, and such beautiful children. No wonder you smile. Please don’t put on a mustache and hide those beautiful faces! Love you
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