I Like Beards.


Always have, always will. Perhaps it’s nostalgia (my Dad always sported a beard right into his fifties – which meant he always looked way more like a member of the Bee Gees than a dentist) or maybe it’s that whole slightly “undone” association you get with the unshaven that seems to be my favoured aesthetic throughout life (interiors, fashion, beauty….) whatever it is, I know that given the choice I would always always choose a man to have a subtle stubble than that clean soft-skinned sheen.

Fascinating O’Shea, What the bloody hell have beards got to do with weddings?

Well, quite a lot actually as it happens. Soon to be brides spend a considerable amount of time considering what make-up they will wear – whether to indulge in the full on flutter of false lashes, which foundation will achieve an imperceptible finish that won’t make your mug appear all melty should W-day happen to reach anywhere over 25 degrees. What lipstick will look pretty yet won’t smudge all over your chin when you go in for the “I now pronounce you husband and wife” smacker. What mascara will define and Bambi-fi you yet won’t run right into your blush should you become all teary during the speeches…..etc etc

But what about the boys? What do they have to make a decision on except for their barnet?

Well their beard situation obviously. And I don’t mean necessarily whether or not it’s a good idea to imitate Captain Birdseye (should this not be their usual choice du jour) I mean whether to go forth with a Twelve O’clock shadow or at least a few days of growth – should they sport this on a regular basis.

As you may have guessed I prefer my husband with a slightly beardy face. It’s not that I don’t think he’s not terribly handsome without one, it’s just well…I like what I like.


A few days before our big day Mr O’Shea had himself a shave, thus preparing for his perfect almost-a-beard face when the time to say “I Do” actually arrived.

Oh dear. This was met with much disapproval at our pre-wed-the-night-before-dinner. And I don’t just mean from the parents, I mean even some of our friends “You’re not going to be cleanly shaven for your wedding photos?! but you have to look smart?! and you will only look back and regret it if you don’t….”

Hmmm. Just not a situation I had ever considered to be honest.

In a mild panic my husband decided that actually he would do the “done” thing and get to work with the razor, there was not even a hint of facial hair.

As with most of these pre-wedding worries, I don’t remember even thinking about it on the actual day – I just recall thinking how hot my future forever partner in life looked standing at the end of the aisle.

It’s interesting though, as afterwards, particularly when we received the images to look through Mr O’Shea did pass comment that he didn’t see that it was such a big deal, and surely he would have looked more “him” should he have kept his sexy scruff.

Maybe that’s the thing though – an “in-between” beardy look is not as acceptable as say a full-on BEARD perhaps? I actually have no idea, I’m hoping we can have a bit of a discussion this afternoon as I’m really interested to hear other folks thoughts on their preference (or equally an aversion) to the whole hairy face debate.

In the meantime I’ve created a Beard board on my Pinterest – here are some VERY EDUCATIONAL images from it as I figured it would be rude of me not to provide some inspiration in order for you lovelies to form a well-rounded opinion.

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What has made me laugh the most about creating this pinterest board is how many new followers I’ve had purely for this board and this board alone.

Not my fashion choices or beauty looks or amazing beautiful blooms….nope, just the BEARDS.

If there is no such thing as beard porn then maybe we should make it well… a thing.

In other news, I posted a black and white picture of my husband with quite-substantial-beard and holding our teeny weeny baby nephew Theo on my instagram about a month back and in my opinion I don’t think there’s a sexier scene than that.

I’m clearly a child of the Athena monochrome print (and dodgy rock band) loving 80’s.

Big Beardy Love

Charlotte xxx

Author: Charlotte O’Shea
Purveyor of short shorts. Make-up junkie. Hopes to grow old disgracefully.