I think one of my favourite things about the winter months is the fresh crop of bearded men. When I'm cracking out my hideous/amazing knitwear collection they are growing their own on their faces. I am obsessed with beards. I automatically like a person 25% more if they are bearded. I think it's probably got something to do with my uncle pretending he had a baby mouse living in his beard when I was a tiny thing.
Now I don't know this man. But that is my quilt.
