I like to consider myself a mild conservationist when it comes to hygiene. Case in point: I have been shaving my legs with the same razor since June. Only by late November, the process could not honestly be called shaving.
Today I buckled and replaced June's razor. Although I don't know why I couldn't wait until the New Year.
Next, I opened a box of band-aids.
Oh girl, I'm the same way. My husband goes through a razor a day. I like to get really close with mine, spend some time. It helps that my leg hair is very fine, very sparse, and nearly transparent so shaving isn't an everyday thing for me. Sorry about all the bandaids!
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