W/NW Razors

I kind of appreciate the love of old shaving equipment. Some years ago more or less by chance I wandered into a kind of very old fashioned department store (Gowings in Sydney - now gone, predictably) and in the men's department found a whole counter full of esoteric shaving gear. I ended up buying a British badger hair brush (soft as a baby's bum), a tub of the most wonderful shaving soap I have ever experienced ( Taylors of old Bond Street Sandlewood soap which is like a manly perfume), an old fashioned splash on bottle of Taylors of Old Bond Street Sandlewood aftershave lotion and an old fashioned safety razor.

I used this set up for quite a few years and for a time entertained the idea of buying a straight ("cut throat" ) razor to use on those days when I was able to take the extra time needed to shave myself slowly with it.

It used to be that these razors could be found readily in antique / bric a brac stores but when I looked I had trouble finding anything that was in good enough condition to use so I let it go. Hairdressers these days use a more modern contraption which is little more than a disposable blade holder. That is if they use one at all.

Part of this was nostalgia I suppose as I recall my dad using this kind of gear when I was a very young child. In fact when I misbehaved one of his favourite threats was that he was going to "get the razor strap out". 😱

The whole thing was a bit of a performance. The thing about using this set up was that it made shaving a zen like ritual rather than a chore. It forced me to slow down and concentrate on the task and to enjoy it - the whole thing about washing my face with hot, hot, hot water to soften the whiskers, then sudsing up the brush and brushing the white soft wonderfully smelling mass of foam onto my face, then carefully going over my face (twice) with the razor to get rid of every last vestige of stubble. Kind of like the way some women love to take a long bath to spoil themselves every now and then, rather than a quick utilitarian shower. Usually this was followed by the ritual of using styptic pencil or sticking pieces of toilet paper to the cuts the damn thing left on my face, but that was all part of the fun and never deterred me.

Reminds me. I must get my shaving gear out once more and use it again. Thanks for the thread.
 
That's pretty much what my grandad used to shave with (except he used a straight razor instead). Scents flooding the gates of memory.








Maybe one day my favourite little person will have some lingering emotional olfactory memories as I do.





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[/url]Austrian_Razor by Miguel Buschhauer, on Flickr[/IMG]

Japanese_Razor by Miguel Buschhauer, on Flickr
 
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