I first saw a Rolls around 1980 - I was ten years old - and I wasn't allowed to even touch it. I didn't know what it was exactly, but I was in love with it and I never forgot it.
When I recently decided it was time for a new razor, I did some digging to find out what it was I had seen all those years ago. I was almost giddy when I saw that I could actually own one of these myself.
I ordered one from ebay immediately. It was advertised as being in good working order and the pictures look great, though the strop is a little rough looking. I bid 25 bucks in the last 10 seconds and got it. It hasn't arrived yet.
While I'm waiting like a little kid at Christmas, I'm reading everything I can about them and drooling on my keyboard while looking at pictures of them.
One site I visited said that Rolls are addictive - many folks end up owning several of them - or 25 of them, etc.
I thought, "Not me. I'll just be happy with this one . . . "
...but then I saw another one ... only 10 bucks - broken hone, but nice other parts ... I couldn't very well be expected to pass that up...
...then I found a pristine Rolls, the handle was missing but the rest of it looks like it wasn't even used ... 25 bucks. It would have been a travesty to have left it there.
So, technically I have 3 of them now - which I expect to be able to combine to make 2 very good sets. I need to stop.
...but can I?
I feel as though I'm involved in an addiction, the seeds of which were planted when I was 10. Perhaps I'm so drawn to Rolls now because I was not allowed to get close to that one I saw as a child. I'm sure glad it wasn't an elephant or a jumbo jet that I was forbidden to touch back then . . .
When I recently decided it was time for a new razor, I did some digging to find out what it was I had seen all those years ago. I was almost giddy when I saw that I could actually own one of these myself.
I ordered one from ebay immediately. It was advertised as being in good working order and the pictures look great, though the strop is a little rough looking. I bid 25 bucks in the last 10 seconds and got it. It hasn't arrived yet.
While I'm waiting like a little kid at Christmas, I'm reading everything I can about them and drooling on my keyboard while looking at pictures of them.
One site I visited said that Rolls are addictive - many folks end up owning several of them - or 25 of them, etc.
I thought, "Not me. I'll just be happy with this one . . . "
...but then I saw another one ... only 10 bucks - broken hone, but nice other parts ... I couldn't very well be expected to pass that up...
...then I found a pristine Rolls, the handle was missing but the rest of it looks like it wasn't even used ... 25 bucks. It would have been a travesty to have left it there.
So, technically I have 3 of them now - which I expect to be able to combine to make 2 very good sets. I need to stop.
...but can I?
I feel as though I'm involved in an addiction, the seeds of which were planted when I was 10. Perhaps I'm so drawn to Rolls now because I was not allowed to get close to that one I saw as a child. I'm sure glad it wasn't an elephant or a jumbo jet that I was forbidden to touch back then . . .
