Well...delving into the finer points of shaving; I've begun to explore the blade storage frontier.
I'd been keeping my blades in a drawer of our bathroom sink assembly. From what I'm reading; the bathroom is NOT an ideal storage area for razor blades.
I went into the basement in search of an item that would hold my sampler set of blades. Something that would fit neatly into one of my dresser drawers.
I found this little piece of memorabilia:
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Pretty beat up, for sure. But there's serious sentimental value attached:
I belonged to an organization known as the "Key Club" in high school. Had our own leather sleeve jackets with logos. You'd have to be nominated and voted on for admittance. Tight group of friends, really.
We'd do community services such as car washes, iron fence cleaning and painting, food drives, etc. All the money made would go into a coffer that was earmarked for the annual "Key Club Convention"; held in the Spring at a well known resort hotel located in upstate New York.
This convention was not for the faint of heart. Not by any means. One of the prime requirements was the ability to consume large quantities of spirits while still functioning in a friendly and somewhat coherent fashion. Fortunately...I was more than up to the task!
This beaten up object that is now holding my razor blades is a sugar pot from that resort hotel. I vaguely remember borrowing it at the time and forgetting to return it on my way out. Now it's serving a different purpose and I'm glad for the reunion. I've got some Feather, Astra, and Personna blades coming soon which should fit in there nicely, as well.
I'd been keeping my blades in a drawer of our bathroom sink assembly. From what I'm reading; the bathroom is NOT an ideal storage area for razor blades.
I went into the basement in search of an item that would hold my sampler set of blades. Something that would fit neatly into one of my dresser drawers.
I found this little piece of memorabilia:
.
Pretty beat up, for sure. But there's serious sentimental value attached:
I belonged to an organization known as the "Key Club" in high school. Had our own leather sleeve jackets with logos. You'd have to be nominated and voted on for admittance. Tight group of friends, really.
We'd do community services such as car washes, iron fence cleaning and painting, food drives, etc. All the money made would go into a coffer that was earmarked for the annual "Key Club Convention"; held in the Spring at a well known resort hotel located in upstate New York.
This convention was not for the faint of heart. Not by any means. One of the prime requirements was the ability to consume large quantities of spirits while still functioning in a friendly and somewhat coherent fashion. Fortunately...I was more than up to the task!
This beaten up object that is now holding my razor blades is a sugar pot from that resort hotel. I vaguely remember borrowing it at the time and forgetting to return it on my way out. Now it's serving a different purpose and I'm glad for the reunion. I've got some Feather, Astra, and Personna blades coming soon which should fit in there nicely, as well.
