In the past, I’ve voiced my disdain for the seemingly never-ending hipster fascination with everything mustache. It’s like, let’s just take this facial hair concept and beat it until it’s lying dead on the street with no hope of revival. Let’s tattoo mustaches on our asses and our hands, and grown them on our faces, and wear them on hats and necklaces and t-shirts, and paint them on walls, and name dodgeball teams after them, and frame pictures of movie stars with them, and carry on this way until we’ve conceived of every possible thing to do with a mustache and we can’t stand to look at them anymore.
Because of this aversion to mustache-chic, I’m surprised to find myself saying that someone has found something legitimately amusing to do with mustaches: put them on toast. I don’t know why it’s funny, but it is.
Mustache Toast Bobby Pins, by PapaDesign