The Best Thing To Happen To My Shower

Allow me to paint a mental picture of my master bathroom.  It's tiny.  Postage stamp tiny.  There is barely enough room to have a door on hinges that actually opens, and my knees almost touch the wall when I sit on the toilet.  It has a sad little medicine cabinet and and even more sad little vanity/sink.  The shower stall is a basic square, stand-up only (no tub), with no shelves or ledges of any kind. 

I have no desire to decorate in there.  The walls are bland off-white.  It is strictly functional and not a place of rest, relaxation, or rejuvenation.  The motto in there is:  Sh!t, shower, and shave. 

Unfortunately, the shave part doesn't happen as often as it should.  Since the shower is a simple box, and has no ledge to perch my foot to shave, I find it a chore to do so.  I have to point the shower head at the wall, away from my body so it doesn't wash away the lather on my legs, and quickly shave as fast as I can before the lack of hot water gives me goosebumps.  It's a pain.  So I'd wait until the stubble turned into a redwood forest.

But all of that has changed.  The best thing to happen to my shower is my new razor blade.

It has two shave gel bars that make the razor glide over my legs WITHOUT any kind of lather!  I can just stand there UNDER the water and shave!  No shave gel, no shower gel....just WATER!

I've shaved twice in three days.  It's a miracle.  Just ask my husband.

He used it to shave the hairs off the top of his Hobbit feet.  He's a fan too.

I love you, Venus Spa Breeze.  Why did it take me so long to discover you?