For about a month now, Sav has been trying to get me interested in shaving with an old double-edge safety razor. She got an old Gillette at a thrift shop, and loves it. I was doing some late-night shopping at Walmart last night a stumbled upon a safety razor. Apparently there are some companies that now make them (in China), but there must be a market, so they’re being produced. Sav paid about the same as this was going for new, and not being one to browse thrift shops, I decided to jump on this bandwagon.
Sav was excited, and it wasn’t long before she’d shown/explained just how much of a community of enthusiasts there is. Some are near obsessed with the “art”, I guess. I don’t plan on getting obsessed. I’ve got enough obsessions to last be a while, and I prefer to be obsessed about things like mechanical keyboards or fountain pens. I don’t think I like shaving enough to become obsessed with “the art of shaving”.
Nonetheless, I tried it out for the first time today. Definitely a bit of a learning curve, and definitely different, but I have to say that I think that my first time shaving with a double-edge razor was just as good as I’ve ever had with my Gillette Mach 3. The shave soap is a lot more fun than an aerosol can. Using the brush made me feel like a boss.
I might have to get my dad into it as well. Thanks to the internet, you can get supplies on the cheap very easily.
I can hear Sav wrestling our son in the other room—sounds like he’s getting into something. Better go check on that, as well as check on the top round London broil that’s smoking in the Traeger.
Currently listening to “Rain Dance” by Dan Curtis