Maria took me out for a traditional Sunday roast at a very hip pub in the (maybe) North Lanes of Brighton. Her cousin Bruce came along and we had a lovely afternoon over a lovely roast. After we had eaten and drunk to our contentment, we decided to take a stroll through the Lanes and do a bit of shopping in the few stores open on a Sunday. One of these open stores happened to be a costume shop and there I found a lovely fake mustache, which I bought without hesitation.
The following is a series of self-portraits taken the day of the mustache purchase.
There are many more mustache stories and pictures to come. So many more.
1 comments:
Number 3 mustache picture is, hands-down, my very fave, Claire! It's definitely YOU.
Grandma
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