I’m Down With The Chick-Stache….

The other day, I was sitting at my desk, the mid morning sunshine was creeping through my window…. it was quite idyllic, actually, until i spotted something. The light was catching my upper lip – in a new, unfamiliar Spring-y kind of way. A golden glint, when I turned my head just so, checking my teeth for toast. Not a toasty glint, either, but a kind of fuzzy golden glint, it was. Could it be…oh my stars… is it a moustache?!

I quickly emailed Gemma –

‘Dear Gemma,
Could you please come over and see if I have a moustache?
from Pip’

Of course, dear friend that she is – she was on the doorstep with Latte and Macadamia Tart in an hour and a half. We chatted for a while. Then Gemma peered keenly at my face – surveying the lip from all angles – trying to see the moustache.

Do you know what? It had gone. I’m not sure where it went. Perhaps disguising itself as a soft toy in the window. Perhaps scuttling across the road like a slinky. Perhaps hitching a ride above the lip of a fresh-landed-fashionista from Copenhagen. I’m really not sure. But the point was – it was no where to be seen.

Puzzled, further discussion ensued. We discussed two lovely girls with wispy beards who came into the shop one Saturday. Pretty they were – even with the beards. Old ladies with goatees. Ear hair. The bearded lady was on the agenda too. Much hairy talk was had.

We wondered what you should do if you do have a beard or moustache and are of the lady variety. Do you hide it behind a fan? Do you tear it off with something from Chemist Warehouse? Do you just pretend it’s not there? A veiled hat could be good too. Or do you just be loud and proud and fuzzy – giving everyone wiry kisses like a pretty pirate. Big questions posed betwixt fork fulls of tart that day, I can tell you.

Anyhoo…. just wanted you all to know that I’m down with the chick-stache. If you have one, that’s fine with me. I think I’m getting one soon – it’s just a bit shy about coming out of the closet. Looking forward to putting little teeny weeny bows on each end of mine.

xx Mikes

PS – If you are some crack pot who found this post googling ‘chicks with moustaches’ – well there’s no ‘Welcome Mat’ here for you. Vamoose.