You’re in luck, these are on sale.
I think that ties into “neanderthal”, also.
Merkur, a fairly popular brand, comes with a plastic case with a spot to put used blades (at least in the US).
I like your solution more since it has less plastic you toss away.
Is that what they called it back then?
You never heard the phrase “young shaver”?
I use one as well, hella cheaper (try $0.50/blade instead of $4+), smaller environmental impact, sharper and looks badass
Yup, I used those when I got blades in plastic cases, but when I switched to Gillette Silver Blue they just came in a cardboard sleeve. I guess I could say I did it for environmental reasons, but really it was just my favorite blade.
I learned to shave with a Gillette double-edge razor, and put a few used blades into the slot in the back of the medicine cabinet. But as @AJinNH says, the later blade containers had a space at the back for used blades.
I used to have my father’s razor blade sharpener like this one.
It’s an interesting piece of depression-era technology. The blade sits on eccentrically-mounted posts, and pulling the string back and forth strops it against the green bars, which must have had some fine abrasive embedded in them.
Same ‘deal’ with Feather (a Japanese brand; same case). I use those in my Merkur Razor.
My oldest brother moved into a house and decided to rebuild the bathroom. After removing the in wall medicine cabinet with a razor blade slot. He discovered a wall half full of US $0.25 coins. Over $350.00 worth face value, and most pre 1964 in silver so worth more.
Sounds like some little kid way back when was using the medicine cabinet as a piggy bank.
I love that (and want one). I’m also surprised that MEI sold anything other than bicycle parts and electrical bits during the depression. (My dad was a Panasonic dealer in the 60s, we used to have lots of corporate literature around, but the historical parts were usually about bicycle lights, batteries, and vacuum tubes.)
Either that, or dad using it as a swear jar whenever he cut himself shaving.
From inside the wall, the muffled distant “Damn it!” — then the arrival of the coin. Worthy of an arthouse short.
Primative pay toilet?
And that turns out to be true! Come 1992 when I was demoing the bathroom wall of my parent’s condo in Astoria, I was luckily wearing work gloves when I incredulously found tons and tons of old razor blades in a pile of tile and plaster and metal wire. The slot had been closed up before I was born, but all of the blades were still nice and sharp… but they weren’t a problem for the thick plaster bags we used to cart this stuff to the dump. I guess we should be happy they fell out of use before the age of plastic razor heads…
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