Thread: Sun August 5th - Sat August 11th

Location: 36° 0'5"N - 115° 15' 21"W
Razor: Thiers Issard
Brush: C2
Cream: GFT Rose
Astringent: Thayers Witch Hazel
AS: Alt Innsbruck
EDC: Acca Kappa Cedro

Today was pretty hot and humid. It felt like an oven outside. After cleaning out my shave den I noticed the GFT Rose hidden behind some other goodies. Couldn't resist for today's shave and whipped up a bowl of pink lather with my C2 brush. Did my usual 3 passes with a freshly honed TI and ended up with super slick BBS face. A splash of Alt Innsbruck and a splash of Acca Kappa's Cedro. Wonderful.

Back to watching the Olympics which has been showing day in, day out around the house. The "Dream Time" avoided a big upset this morning against Lithuania. LeBron James is my hero for today. As is Michael Phelps with his 22nd medal (18 Gold). Oh and a big hooray for Misty May, Kerri Walsh, Jake Gibb and Sean Rosenthal

Gents, enjoy your next shaves.

Good morning dearest friends!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Mike!!!!

PREP: Proraso Preshave Cream
BRUSH: 26mm Thäter LE, 2-band (SRP 2011) Silvertip Badger
SOAP/CREAM: Acqua Di Parma Collezione Shaving Cream
SCUTTLE / BOWL: Fitjar Lathering Up Shaving Bowl
RAZOR: 8/8" Rudolf Stehlo (stainless steel), Square Point
STROP: Kanayama Cordovan #60000
SHAVE: 2 passes, WTG/XTG
AS: Acqua Di Parma Collezione After Shave Balm
COLOGNE: Acqua Di Parma Colonia Intensa
RESULT: Comfortable, BBS shave



Have a nice week,
Béla

Prep L'Occitane Vetyver Soap
Razor Vintage Japanese Fon Golden Star
Brush Le Tuft 59 in Buckeyed Burl
Cream Vulfix Persian Musk
Alum & Witch Hazel
L'Occitane Baux Balm
L'Occitane Baux EDT

Jamie.

I absolutely love the scent of Baux wonderful.

Good morning friends- and a Happy Birthday to Mike! Herzlichen Glückwunsch!
Today...and once again I'll use the beautiful Muehle- products.



The Olympic Games are a hard time for us, but I think I should ride my Harley today

Sunday

Quite a stupendous day. Today, I went for a walk to the forest surrounding the town cemetery, just up the road in the little town in which I live. I go there often; it’s a forest mainly of pine, with some stringy bark too. At least one fox lives there; and other animals. I’ve walked there with the dog for about 15 years, ever since I moved here. Years ago I’d run along the path, timing myself. After than my oldest son also ran the path. Then it happened that he ran the path and I walked the path.

I wrote a poem, about the path, soon after my grandson, Bailey was born, about four years ago. The poem is below. Some of you may know of Bailey and his fight. Today, Bailey walked that forest path with me, something I was in doubt that he’d ever do a few months ago. I think it was a stupendous day.

So, to the shave, the shave was in my room. I bought a little table and one of those old Meakin bowl and jug set things yesterday. The set came with a soap bowl. I borrowed the bathroom mirror (I’ll get an extendible mirror later). The room’s a bit dark, with no main overhead light, just little table lamps; and it was a dull day so I needed candlelight. I filled ¼ the jug with hot water from the kitchen. I stropped in the bathroom where I normally shaved, so my whole routine was changed. Normally I shower, lather, strop, shave at the bathroom sink in the morning. I used no prep but splashing a small amount of warm water on my face. The soap dish was too large for the soap, I’ll buy two of these, mill them, and press them into a block about the size of the dish; I think. There wasn’t really enough light, and that, combined with the whole change of routine, place, etc, made the shave feel very, very fulfilling and basic. I loved it. Best shave in a very long time.

I’ll buy a shelf to place above the table (which isn’t really large enough in hindsight) get a couple of brass candlesticks, a ring in the wall for the strop, an extendible mirror, a place to hang a small towel, and I’m set. I love this idea, I’m definitely shaving like this each Sunday from now on, and will try to transition to more often and then shaving like this always…


My Path

By Carl

Up there, on the hill, surrounding the town cemetery
is a pine forest.
In the forest, in the shade, winding along
is a path.
It is my path; I made it.

My feet walking; and before that running, made that path
It is a narrow path
At times, as I walk, I kick away pine cones that fall
on the path.
It is my path; I made it

In the depths of winter, when I haven’t trodden the path for a while
It is an overgrown path.
The weeds and grass have grown over it.
I clear them away.
It is my path; I made it

Soon, when he’s old enough, I’ll show it to my Grandson
He’ll tread the path too.
And keep the weeds and grass down.
It’ll then be his path.
His Grandfather made it.


Razor: Klas Törnblom| Soap: Madame Scodioli ‘Boheme’ | After Shave: Ach Brito Lavanda Eau de Cologne

Razor: Dovo Bismarck, 6/8
Bowl: Schwarzweisskeramik
Cream: The Vulfix, Persian Musk
Brush: Ω-480
Balm: Fitjar K3 ekstra



Have a nice Sunday

Prep: Hot shower
Brush: New Forest 2201
Razor: Zebra
Soap: Nannys Yushu
AS: Old Spice, Fresh Lime
Strop: Neil Miller
Result: Very, very clean
Nice blade, took the tinniest bevel, vintage German razor, but this one's like new . Thank you Carl - I really like your poem! *thumbs up*

Proraso Pre/Palmolive menthol/Bestshave n°6 horse hair/Puma 52/handmade strop/AS Hot water

Pre Prep : Mix de Jabones : Vielong Extreme Flat Top : Heljestrand MK nº32 Ivory scales : Gillette Aristocrat #21 + Personna Lab #7 : Edwin Jagger Sea Buckthom

Originally Posted by Mikael

...Thank you Carl - I really like your poem! *thumbs up*...

Thank you. I'm really liking your photos lately, very colourful and Nordic and outdoorsy.

The poem is also a metaphor for life. I know one isn't supposed to EXPLAIN a poem, but I shall:
The path and forest are real of course, and are what they are, but are also metaphors for life and the path one leads through life. The overgrown winter path speaks of a right and proper path not travelled enough; the right way not followed enough, the right things not done enough. I get my head straight, clear the path, and walk the right path again. I trust that my sons and grandsons can walk the right path.

Today, though I physically walked the forest path (the path I made) with my twin brother, my elder son and my grandson, and though it was joyous in itself, still I was annoyed that they strayed from the path, and made other paths. I thought, "You've got to follow MY path; this is MY path".

It was very deep, when you think about it; very deep. One needs to be deep, if one isn't deep one is shallow. I hate shallow.

PS, I'm unsure of what part the fox plays in the metaphor. The devil? One's innate desires? One's intuition?