Saturday, March 31, 2018

Pacer - Jicarilla Apache 1879


Sopwith Triplane in flight


Lovely


The Wingmaster and I went for a haircut and straight razor shave while in Portland yesterday


Lots of very well groomed people going in and out.  I felt a bit out of place, and shaggy. 

They got me in a little early, and the guy dealing with me was surprised when I told him I've cut my own hair for 20 years.  However, he said that I do a passable job for an amateur.

They use a shavette, which is a straight with a replaceable blade, eliminating the need to sharpen.

Lots of creams, ointments and lather.

Two hot towels, then a cold one after the shave.

It was as much a production as a cut and shave.

Mrs. CW saw me after the haircut and immediately exclaimed, "You look younger!"  I'm sure they slipped her a fiver to say that.  On the other hand, when you start as a shaggy neanderthal with a three day growth of stubble, it's not hard to improve that appearance.

The Wingmaster was assigned a dimpled gal to provide his cut.



While you wait they offer a complimentary adult beverage.  I sampled Rebel Yell, neat.

You need it when they wrap your face like this in a hot, wet towel.


Neither the WM or I got nicked, and the shaves were quite close.  The guy who did me told me he has a collection of 30 straight razors.  That made me feel a bit better about my own little group of cut throats.


I wouldn't do this often, but it really was a fun and relaxing way to spend a morning.

The Wingmaster was rocking the well groomed but tough guy look.