Still in.
No photo today so here's an ad of my razor from 1946 instead:
No photo today so here's an ad of my razor from 1946 instead:
You're still my hero, you teuchter you.Day 10, out.
Preshave: Hot washcloth
Soap: MWF
Brush: Men-U boar
Razor: GC.68 OC, Wizamet SI #1
Post-shave: Nivea Balm.
Excellent shave with a fresh Wizamet.
Allowed Backup Disorder to get the better of me, and ordered more Mitchell's Wool Fat. This was going to happen sooner or later, but I triggered it off by browsing the usual places.
I'm out, didn't read the rules very carefully. Have fun, guys!
My apologies, fine gentlemen.
I caved and bought myself some aftershaves L'orange verte & pino alpestre and a load of 100 dorco prime st 300 blades.
Many thanks for keeping me off the stuff for an amazing 10 (I'm an optimist and will tell myself I lasted 11) days.
I was lacking an autumn scent and the changing weather made me pull the trigger.
I know I lack willpower and perseverance but find comfort in the fact that I was't the first to give in.
I wish you all the best of luck in completing this purifying quest.
Yikes - we've gotten to the floodwaters! I think a moment of silence is in order.I am out. A late night careless entry for a PIF got me.
dang I haven't seen one of those orange razor in such a long time ...Still in
I had a much less mediocre Bic shave today. This stick of arko pairs nicely with some myrsol Limon and is quite a pleasant soap to use. Also, if I lose it or leave it I have many more at home and they are each a bit less than a dollar so no real concern there.
I brought along witch hazel and Myrsol Limon in silicon travel bottles so I'm not missing out on anything for post shave.
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Changed my mind and put the new Astra ss in my flare tip, because it's my mildest shaver.
I cut my nose VERY badly. It just kept bleeding, alot! Rubbed my alum Block against it like a madman which did the trick.
I cut myself because I was still half asleep but I do have to say the Astra just isn't the right blade for me, regardless of what razor I throw at it