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This is the first in a series lamenting the looks I’ve attempted to adopt, but have never been able to master.

Number 1: The Moustache.

I’ve tried fostering one twice before, but the sexy-serious machismo of a moustache has always seemed inappropriate if not obscene on my impish, apple-cheeked babyface.

Now that I’m pushing my mid-thirties and finally looking it, maybe a believable moustache is on the horizon. I’m giving it one last try this spring and I promise to keep it for longer than 4 hours (unlike last time) no matter how hilarious I might still find it.

If my third and final attempt fails, I’m throwing in the towel forever (or half a decade, at least). Instead I’ll just prick one of these witty knit pins from UO into my jacket and get on with my sad, smooth-faced life.

Indexed Under: Accessories, Grooming