A smooth and relaxing midweek shave. Slants are sometimes seen as aggressive – and therefore scary – but with the right blade and the right touch I find my slants to be a joy to use.
Another fine Friday shave. Williams Mug Soap is another of those soaps people love to hate, if random people on the internet is anything to go by, but I find it a solid performer.
Some toiletry kits are small. Some are so big they can double as a pillow. But the combination traveling case and toilet table patented by Roberta R Thornhill is the first I can recall that came with its own table.
As I mentioned last week, the self-feeding shaving brush is an idea that won’t die. But while most of them, from 1849 onwards, have used a piston to force soap into the knot, Richard Burton Waterman’s soap-feeding shaving brush was different.
I mean, the idea of pushing soap straight into the knot is the same. But he did it differently. Possible even better.
A fine Friday shave, even if I couldn’t quite find my Moment of Zen this morning. It is hard to find the inner peace, when it is the one year “anniversary” for the illegal and amoral full scale russian attack on Ukraine. It is hard to not think about how, while I am in a nice, warm bathroom, countless Ukrainian civilians are the target of cowardly russian attacks on population centers and civilian infrastructure. It is hard to concentrate on the sound of a sharp blade slicing through the stubble, when I know others are straining their ears to listen for an incoming missile or a suicide drone.