If you've ever used a Merkur Vision then you'll know what I mean when I mention how the adjustment ring has a nasty habit of moving around on it's own. This adds to the overall shaving experience by providing a daily dose of blood letting, from mild to transfusion level, as the adjustment wheel turns into a shaving Russian roulette wheel. We parted ways years ago.
I started wetshaving soon after beginning to shave my head. Cartridge costs doubled that month. My first DE was a Merkur slant. I had done my due diligence, researched, bought good soap and a nice brush. The shave went really well. Bolstered by my apparent natural talent, I took the slant to my head. The front and top went okay. The back, where I couldn't see, not so much. They were such clean cuts that blood was running down my back before I knew how badly I was mangling myself. It was a sight. For weeks it looked like a bobcat had jumped me. No scars though.
One of the funniest cartoons regarding shaving that I have ever seen! In German: Hm, Werd Ich Reklamieren Mussen... In English: Hm, I'm going to have to complain about this. To many of us this will have a special meaning!
Mine was a couple years ago when I switched to safety razors. I was shaving wtg and the blade caught my earlobe. Still missing a piece.
My shave day before yesterday, 3rd day on the feather blade in my fatboy. Pulled just enough while going cross grain under my nose to pull my lip in to the blade. Bled like mad until I hit it with some cold water and styptic. Can't tell it happened today. Thats my worst nick so far, now if we were talking straight razors, I have had some doosies.
Once cut a small strip off under my jaw on the left side. Everyone thought it was hilarious except me. Scared me away from straight razor shaving for about 6 months. I have cut my finger tips pretty badly playing with my grandpa's old schick injector but I was maybe 7.
Well you've heard of a car doing a wheel hop. What I hate is the Razor Hop and the last hop digs in. This sometimes happens on touch ups, on my jaw line when pulling my old mans skin and dragging the razor (not paying attention of coarse) across with a bit less soap that is needed, and here comes the blood like a fire hose and not a good place for a tunicate, ok all that is usually needed is a styptic pencil, but I do wince a bit with a bit of a tear and my wife rolling on the floor laughing for all the obscenities I'm mumbling under my breath. Have a great shave guys
I was five, found my dad's razor and tried copying him. He'd left the blade in it and I ended up slicing both lips open. Thirty seven years later I still have the scars. It's why I never used a safety razor until February last year. I still get tingles in my lips thinking about it every single time I shave.
I did the same when I was three with my dad's disposable razor. The scar is hardly noticeable, now that it's had 30+ years to fade.
I have to say. I don't ever remember my dad shaving. I know he did but i never saw it. He used cheap disposables and barbasol red.
Tried to shave at our Kitchen Sink. Had to 'bend- forward' over the sink; to get CLOSER to the 'lil-round' mirror on the window-sill. Couldn't get close enough to "See-The-Image?" So: I Brought my Fat Boy up as I was leaning in..., Cut a flake-of-skin off my chinny-chinn-chinn... I wiped it off but it bled again..., I wiped some more; blood flowed down my chin; "S#!t" I said, "I just can't win!" My wife said "What's wrong," as she came in; "What'd you do Fred, cut your chin?" "No dear woman, I bumped my shin; what do you think I did, to my chin?" I laid my Fat Boy upon the Sill & used some pressure where my blood flowed still, "Hand me one of those paper towels" I pleaded! She gave my what I REALLY needed! I whet it down & then applied... pressure on my chin while I winced my eyes...the stinging began in earnest then... I eased up; blood still rolled down my chin! After a while the blood eased-up..., I finish my shave; cleaned my brush & cup..., I sanitized my Fat Boy & put it up..., I was angry at myself for 'Messing-Up!' The moral of my stupid-poem,....."NEVER SHAVE IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!" (BUMMER-SHAVE)
My fiancée was shaving her underarms this morning and reached past me to rinse off the razor head of her Lady Gillette just as I was bringing my hand down. The razor won. Feather blade. Damage to my hand was minimal.
Shaving in the same sink that the fiancé or wife is using is shear bravery. Never do that while using a straight razor, there will be blood and scars
We were in the shower. When I do use a straight razor, she puts her head on my shoulder and watches me in the mirror with fascination. I'm not sure why she enjoys watching me shave, but I'm okay with that.
I think medals for bravery are in order. just don't drop the razor and lop off anything important. My wife still likes to watch me shave but thankfully at a slight distance.
