Time to shave.
I don’t care whether you’re a boy or a girl, whether it’s a face or a pair of legs, shaving is a chore.
Of course, there are the tools of the trade.
I only break out the Braun when the beard gets thick.
I have no idea who gave me the brush and no one at Totem Hall is complaining about a missing soufflé dish.
We shop at a local organic co-op and though this stuff by Everyman Jack isn’t organic, it’s sold there, which should count for something. Right?
I found this vintage Merkur safety razor with its handy dandy vintage case and just had to have it. I use this bad boy first; you got to love and respect the old school.
The first razor I ever bought with my own money from my own job, the Gillette Atra; it is the finisher. Enough said!
Now, beard done, and it’s time to move on to eyebrow, ear, nose, and back hair, no pictures, oh, the joy of aging…