Then it shall to the barber's ...

For the benefit (questionable) of out of town friends who missed what started as No-Shave November and then lasted through Christmas, some pictures.

Here's how Julie saw it:

Here's what I saw in the mirror:

Here are some fun Hamlet quotes about beards:
                       
Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old
men have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their
eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they
have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams.
All which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently
believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down;
for you yourself, sir, shall grow old as I am if, if like a crab,
you could go backward.
(Hamlet pretending to read what a "satirical rogue" says of old men
for Polonius,  2.2)
     

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You are welcome, masters; welcome, all. I am glad to see
thee well. Welcome, good friends. O, my old friend, why,
thy face is valanced since I saw thee last. Com'st thou to
beard me in Denmark? 

(Hamlet greeting the Players in 2.2)

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Polonius:

This is too long.

Hamlet: 

It shall to the barber's, with your beard. Prithee say on. 

He's for a jig or a tale of bawdry, or he sleeps. Say on;  

come to Hecuba.

(Polonius complaining of the length of the Player's speech, in 2.2)

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I lasted from November 4 until December 28, when I went in to my barber for a hot shave. Good stuff. Now I'm clean, Julie says I look 16, and Megan is mad that it's gone and is hoping I grow it back. Maybe next year.