"You've got to be crazy..."
So, these past couple of weeks, this has been the reply I have gotten from every single man or woman that I told about my plan to learn how to shave with a straight razor.
Except my wife. "Oh, cool. I used to watch my grandfather shave with straight razor when I was a little girl."
Her grandfather had long since passed. Apparently, he'd sit with his feet up on the porch every morning, with a mirror, a wash basin, and a cup of soap, and shave with his old ivory handled razor.
Of course I was happy to hear that.
"Sweetie... do you think all that stuff is still lying around someplace?" :)