Time for a Handlebar Party

I need to stay away from Etsy. I always find the most random items, many of which, upon laying my eyes on them, convince me that I absolutely cannot live without them.

Like so:



I am overly amused by handlebar mustaches. The owner of one of my favorite coffee shops, which I frequented too often during "grad school" (a euphemism for a less glamorous, more sinister education) had one. If I was a male, I might follow suit. The resident male is equally amused.

Buy your moustache kerchief here.