Oh 2008 Limited Edition Shave Brush. I donít even know you, yet your images invade my mind unpredictably.
During my shower, I mentally run through my pre-shaveÖ but instead of my Vulfix, itís YOU I see.
I find myself thinking about your bristles. I hope that isnít too forward of me to tell you. Will they be as soft as silk? I wonder what it will feel like to have such a beautiful and dense brush like you, pressed ever so gently against my cheek to smother my course stubble in luxuriously whipped shave cream.
Will my feelings change towards my favorite soaps and creams? What about my blades and shaversÖ will they notice that anything has changed?
Oh Limited EditionÖ why canít I bide my time?
At one hundred and fifty dollars, I still canít believe how committed I am to you. I havenít even met you once, face-to-face, nor any other brush like you, yet I have no regrets. The things I've heard about you have filled me with happiness already and just the anticipation of your coming has been well worth my investment.
Do you think of me often? What sort of things do you think about? Do you have any questions or fears that I could answer to put you more at ease concerning your journey to America?
I wonder what my family will think when they see you on my doorstep. Will they be happy for me or will they look upon you with scorn? I donít have any sons, so what will happen to you upon my passing? No, noÖ donít worry about that right now. I know weíll find a way to make sure that you are happy. Iím sorry I brought that up. I just canít help feeling the way that I do and thinking about you. AboutÖ Us.
I think about our future together all the time and I know that for however long God wills us to be together we will be happy.
I know itís going to be a long while yet until you arrive, but every day the sun comes up, and as its warm rays descend upon my face I close my eyes and I feel the wind ruffling my hair. I canít help but feel the symbolism of the wind bringing you yet another day closer to me.
In closing this letter to you, I promise to never shame you with canned gels or foams. Iím sure the very idea gives you nightmares and I can assure you that I am a good man that will treat you with respect and dignity at all times.
This letter is my 200th post on B&B and it brings me such joy to make you the object of my attention in this post. Not only is this a major milestone for my wet shaving journey but it also makes me eligible to experience the elegance of the infamous Badger & Blade Fragrance Train. Upon that ride I hope to discover that perfectly personal scent, that fragrance which will be the final piece to the puzzle. It is unbelievable to me how close I have finally come to assembling the holy quadrangle of shaving. I tingle with anticipation for the moment that I may achieve the perfect communion with blade, brush, soap and fragrance; I strive with my every fiber to finally reach the hallowed ground of Shaving Nirvana. Oh what a happy day that will be!
Anxiously awaiting your arrival,