As I was creating this illustration for a portland card to sell in shops around town i was reminded of my husband's beard, and how he has it not for fashion's sake, or even because he's a lazy man. no, he has it out of necessity. for if he were to shave it off, it would be one bad day in the life of the nelson marriage.
you see, it all started on our honeymoon. there we were, tucked away in a cabin.. and i said, "hey, how about you shave your beard? I've never seen you clean shaven." because that's what people do on honeymoons, right?!
so he shaved. and i cried.
i know, i know. it sounds super shallow of me, but at the time all i could think was, "what did i do?" "who is this new guy i just married?"
let's just say it took a few days for me to adjust.
and to this day my man has a scruffy face.. and i like it :)
anyone else with me on this, or am i alone in my insecurity?