This afternoon I got ready to shave before church tonight.
The innocent looking little puck of Williams seemed to mock me.
I have tried and tried to make a decent lather out of it, all to no avail.
My well soaked boar brush hovered over it for a moment while memories miserable attempts to shave with the stuff flashed through my mind.
And then I saw the tube of C.O. Bigelow lying there in green splendor.
Without thinking I grasped it and squeezed just a smidgen of it on top of the ghastly Williams and began to lather.
To my surprise, in a couple of minutes a rather serviceable lather started forming in the bowl, and I shaved comfortably enough with it.
Was this heresy?
A common practice?
Beginner's luck?
The innocent looking little puck of Williams seemed to mock me.
I have tried and tried to make a decent lather out of it, all to no avail.
My well soaked boar brush hovered over it for a moment while memories miserable attempts to shave with the stuff flashed through my mind.
And then I saw the tube of C.O. Bigelow lying there in green splendor.
Without thinking I grasped it and squeezed just a smidgen of it on top of the ghastly Williams and began to lather.
To my surprise, in a couple of minutes a rather serviceable lather started forming in the bowl, and I shaved comfortably enough with it.
Was this heresy?
A common practice?
Beginner's luck?