Still in.
I do not have the heart to post a picture of my shave gear for today's shave. That's because it would show a picture of a magnificent kamisori, before I dinged it on the faucet. As dings go, it could be worse. It's toward the front, but far enough back that it does not interfere with my toe moves, and far enough forward that it does not interfere with my other moves. I still hate it. It is like a ketchup spot on a Dutch Master painting.
I blame my stressed, burnt out mood, from a particularly intense workday. I'd like to blame the synthetic brush that got a second try today, and continued to irritate me, but that's not rational. The blame goes straight to that Herrenberg guy. I should pick less treasured gear when I'm in a mood like that.
Still, the incident, however horrible, does fit into a plan I've been nurturing. It won't sound like much, but it is for me: I'm going to use tape to hone a razor. I've hated the idea for a long time, but have finally been forced to concede that it might be a good idea, only for repairs on a dinged kamisori, to spare the soft steel while you make a new, clean bevel at the wrong angle, then rip off the tape and make a proper bevel, but with less damage to the soft steel than would have come from making it participate in the whole repair.
I have three razors now that are affected by that decision. I refuse to consider what that may imply about my clumsiness level. The tape arrives Friday.
Oh, and I may be in for June GRUME after all. We'll see. I could have sworn I had already paid for that new mattress that replaced the worn-out back-killing one, but Mr. Credit Card says otherwise.
I do not have the heart to post a picture of my shave gear for today's shave. That's because it would show a picture of a magnificent kamisori, before I dinged it on the faucet. As dings go, it could be worse. It's toward the front, but far enough back that it does not interfere with my toe moves, and far enough forward that it does not interfere with my other moves. I still hate it. It is like a ketchup spot on a Dutch Master painting.
I blame my stressed, burnt out mood, from a particularly intense workday. I'd like to blame the synthetic brush that got a second try today, and continued to irritate me, but that's not rational. The blame goes straight to that Herrenberg guy. I should pick less treasured gear when I'm in a mood like that.
Still, the incident, however horrible, does fit into a plan I've been nurturing. It won't sound like much, but it is for me: I'm going to use tape to hone a razor. I've hated the idea for a long time, but have finally been forced to concede that it might be a good idea, only for repairs on a dinged kamisori, to spare the soft steel while you make a new, clean bevel at the wrong angle, then rip off the tape and make a proper bevel, but with less damage to the soft steel than would have come from making it participate in the whole repair.
I have three razors now that are affected by that decision. I refuse to consider what that may imply about my clumsiness level. The tape arrives Friday.
Oh, and I may be in for June GRUME after all. We'll see. I could have sworn I had already paid for that new mattress that replaced the worn-out back-killing one, but Mr. Credit Card says otherwise.
