That perfect moment caught between lather and blade; the little breathing space where it's you, your razor and perfection.
Wetshaver, approximate wood worker, career military, blogger, avid reader
Norwegians, being a sensible people, have the big Yuletime celebration on Christmas Eve. So before I eat myself into a food coma and opens presents with my family, allow me to wish you all the very best for the midwinter holiday – or midsummer, for those south of the equator!
May your holiday be peaceful and restful, and I do hope you all get what you wish for under the tree – if you have a tree, that is. May you stay safe with your family, be it the family you’re born into or the one you choose.
Sharp eyed readers might have caught on to the fact that I’ve been using only one soap for the last few shaves. And by last few, I mean every shave from 28th August and until 20th December.
A couple of shaves into it, I asked myself if I could actually finish the tub… it wasn’t a lot left, but as we all know it is fairly easy to pick another soap – thus almost empty tubs tends to stay almost empty forever.
But I managed – if only because I forced myself to only use a single soap for close to four months…
SOTD 2024 08 28 – 2024 12 20
Was it worth it? Well, yor mileage may vary – but it means I only have four soaps that don’t fit in my lather-drawer instead of five. So I guess that is progress?
And that… was that. The last bit of CRSW’ Morning Ghost is used up. That took longer than expected, but now I can start my holiday break with different soaps 🙂
Or at least a razor invented by Burton Christmas,1 that is. I’ve touched upon it lightly before, but let us have a more in depth look at it.
As I have repeated time and time again, inventions tends to be aimed at solving a problem. And the problem Mr Christmas tried to solve, was the one of razors being too expensive to make good advertisers – even if Mr Unsinger might disagree. To quote the patent: