I'll try to compress this story a bit.
I've been married almost nine years. My wife's father was sick and had lost most of his mental faculties when I met him, so I never really got
to know him. Shortly after we were married, he passed away.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago. We were visiting my wife's mother and she decided to begin preparing for the day when she would
move out of the house in which she'd lived for almost 50 years. She said that we were welcome to (almost) anything that was around.
All we had to do was ask.
So, I went through the medicine closet in the hallway just outside the bathroom looking for anything shave related.
I did come across a couple of nice old shave brushes and cartride handles (Atra, Sensor).
My mother in law said I was welcome to take them and I happily accepted.
Then, I casually asked if there was any other shaving equipment around and she said "Oh, yes. I put all of it in a box over in that closet."
I'll let the pictures do the rest
I've been married almost nine years. My wife's father was sick and had lost most of his mental faculties when I met him, so I never really got
to know him. Shortly after we were married, he passed away.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago. We were visiting my wife's mother and she decided to begin preparing for the day when she would
move out of the house in which she'd lived for almost 50 years. She said that we were welcome to (almost) anything that was around.
All we had to do was ask.
So, I went through the medicine closet in the hallway just outside the bathroom looking for anything shave related.
I did come across a couple of nice old shave brushes and cartride handles (Atra, Sensor).
My mother in law said I was welcome to take them and I happily accepted.
Then, I casually asked if there was any other shaving equipment around and she said "Oh, yes. I put all of it in a box over in that closet."
I'll let the pictures do the rest