Last evening in the mountains, tomorrow I’m going back to the snowless lowlands, last shave with the travel Moos, tomorrow I have my full den at disposal again, minus the loaned pieces. The week of Moos was enjoyable, but I’m looking forward to my straight razors, bigger brushes, and all the choice of fragrances again.
One lesson is that I could totally have been a happy wetshaver in the sixties.
Last Christmoos Shave
Last evening in the mountains, tomorrow I’m going back to the snowless lowlands, last shave with the travel Moos, tomorrow I have my full den at disposal again, minus the loaned pieces. The week of Moos was enjoyable, but I’m looking forward to my straight razors, bigger brushes, and all the choice of fragrances again.
One lesson is that I could totally have been a happy wetshaver in the sixties.
Very different times, but I agree with the sentiment.
Your sixties are my nineties, and those feel like very different times already, so I can imagine!