Apparently mutton chops suit me. Who knew? I can’t decide whether or not to keep them though. They are rather higher maintenance (oddly) than a goatee – or as ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
suitandtieguy would have it a Van Dyke (and who am I to argue?) and much higher maintenance than a full beard (or even a clean shave). Especially as some of us have an ample number of additional chins to shave around.
To explain: this weekend was the wedding ofpax_draconis and averylaterabbit. These gentlemen, in their invitation, stated that after the ceremony and the wedding breakfast, there would be a short break followed by a masked ball and provided suggestions for inspiration.
The imps.
Everyone, or nearly everyone turned up in their finery and masks. Furtle made for a fine pirate and with less kit than I used to have, I fell back on the Edwardian gentleman look. In a moment of inspiration a couple of weeks ago, I thought that I would shave the beard back to mutton chops to compliment the frock coat. For the purposes of the first photograph I borrowedforbinproject’s tricorn, which while rather more ornate than the one I have my eye on, did nothing to reduce my acquisitive impulse:
Without the hat I have to say that depending upon your preference, I would have made a fine northern mill owner or a railroad baron from the 1830s USA…
And of course, later in the evening, out came the smoking cap (Many thanks toibarhis for getting it in the post to me so quickly!).
Once I have found the camera, rather than just my iPhone, I shall post up some pictures (if any of them are any use) of the wider party, other than just Yours Truly.
I purposely called the grooms ‘imps’ earlier: having ensured a costumed and glittering entourage for themselves, they attended the masked ball in their pyjamas, slippers and dressing gowns topped off with Scrooge stylee sleeping caps.
Suddenly the exhortation on the invitation, “don’t worry about outshining us” made sense.
Anyway, they are now off to start their married life together with a honeymoon in Verona.
I am hoping to get a couple of the pictures of the ceremony, once more capable photographers post them up. Particularly the signing of the register, when Tony managed to look like a Ruritanian Prince signing a warrant annexing the Eastern Provinces of the neighbouring principality, while his benevolent but Machiavellian adviser, Ian smile proudly behind him…
Somehow the image is fitting.
I'd be grateful if anyone who took photos who reads this would send me links, if you're cool with that.
Pip, pip.
suitandtieguy would have it a Van Dyke (and who am I to argue?) and much higher maintenance than a full beard (or even a clean shave). Especially as some of us have an ample number of additional chins to shave around.To explain: this weekend was the wedding of
pax_draconis and averylaterabbit. These gentlemen, in their invitation, stated that after the ceremony and the wedding breakfast, there would be a short break followed by a masked ball and provided suggestions for inspiration. The imps.
Everyone, or nearly everyone turned up in their finery and masks. Furtle made for a fine pirate and with less kit than I used to have, I fell back on the Edwardian gentleman look. In a moment of inspiration a couple of weeks ago, I thought that I would shave the beard back to mutton chops to compliment the frock coat. For the purposes of the first photograph I borrowed
forbinproject’s tricorn, which while rather more ornate than the one I have my eye on, did nothing to reduce my acquisitive impulse:
Without the hat I have to say that depending upon your preference, I would have made a fine northern mill owner or a railroad baron from the 1830s USA…
And of course, later in the evening, out came the smoking cap (Many thanks to
ibarhis for getting it in the post to me so quickly!).
Once I have found the camera, rather than just my iPhone, I shall post up some pictures (if any of them are any use) of the wider party, other than just Yours Truly.
I purposely called the grooms ‘imps’ earlier: having ensured a costumed and glittering entourage for themselves, they attended the masked ball in their pyjamas, slippers and dressing gowns topped off with Scrooge stylee sleeping caps.
Suddenly the exhortation on the invitation, “don’t worry about outshining us” made sense.
Anyway, they are now off to start their married life together with a honeymoon in Verona.
I am hoping to get a couple of the pictures of the ceremony, once more capable photographers post them up. Particularly the signing of the register, when Tony managed to look like a Ruritanian Prince signing a warrant annexing the Eastern Provinces of the neighbouring principality, while his benevolent but Machiavellian adviser, Ian smile proudly behind him…
Somehow the image is fitting.
I'd be grateful if anyone who took photos who reads this would send me links, if you're cool with that.
Pip, pip.