Things that weren’t made to be thrown away after one or two uses.
I couldn’t even tell you when the last time it was when I used a razor on my face but I can remember my grandfather scraping his every fucking day with the old double edged safety razor.
A cup, a brush, some shaving soap and the obligatory sheet of toilet paper to staunch the blood from the inevitable nicks and cuts he got from it.
He grew up during the Depression and anyone who has or had relatives from that time period knows they even recycled the word FRUGAL until it wore out too.
Grandma even had a complete matching set of salad bowls that all said COOL WHIP on the side. I ain’t joking.
I bet Grandpa would have liked to have had one of these gizmos, I’m actually kind of surprised he didn’t now that I think about it.