Psst! Hey, you guys wanna hear something? Supposedly, every last inch of this Gaston dude is covered with hair. I know, right?! Ever heard of manscaping, bro? What am I saying? Of course he hasn’t heard of manscaping! Gaston is totally that guy who runs around with his furry man-cleave hanging out of his tunic, crispy shedded chest hairs building up in tiny drifts around his bootaloons. To do anything more would be to show respect and consideration for others, and that totally ain’t Gaston’s bag.
I am, of course, intimately familiar with Gaston’s particular brand of whiffing it, on account of the fact that over four visits to his tavern in the last year alone (his tavern being in freaking Orlando, by the way) he has yet to show his chiseled jaw even once. A kind friend suggested that he may be intimidated – after all, the last brainy beauty who bested his beastliness badly bruised his bravado, did she not? Harumph, I thought he was made of tougher stuff than that. Wussy. But you didn’t hear it from me. 😉
I’m hoping, though, that when I wear these Gaston ears I nabbed from Etsy vendor Mouseket Ears Bowtique, he’ll show himself, if only to marvel at my amazing taste in hair accessories. I’m so in love with the chest hair ear, it is stupendous! And I very much appreciate the glittery stag rack mounted in the centre of the bow. You know Gaston would love it, on account of the whole antlers in all of his DE-CO-RA-TING business.
And as always, a bit of nail art. Because if I’m rocking chest hair on my ears, I may as well sport it on my nails, too (better my nails than my knuckles, which I’m also assuming is Gaston’s thing.)
Finger Candy 