Without further ado…

As promised, here’s what I look like with a scruff.  Scruffy-ness is not something I would of considered before Katimavik.  But since no one from home is going to see me for another 3 months, why not grow out my hair and be scruffy? What a fun word to say.  Scruffy.

Me with scruff:

 

 

Sans scruff:

 

I look more clean cut and cute without the scruff, but I look more mature and sexy with the scruff.  I guess I’m just someone who can carry both looks.  It’s the same argument with me and wearing glasses.  With or without, I look great either way.  It all depends on what look I want that day.

Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a coconut curry that needs my help in preparation.