I seem to have built up an excess of leave at work so I need to start take odd days here and there until the end of July. It’s quite nice in a way – I’m barely going to be working a full week for the next three months (which I could get dangerously used to).
Last Friday, I took my first random day and instead of lounging around in my PJs, I dragged myself up to London for a manicure at the Cowshed Spa in Carnaby Street.
I can’t even remember the series of mouseclicks that led me to the Cowshed or having a manicure, but it definitely was the right decision. I got to the store far too early but was offered a drink whilst I waited and perused the shelves. My favourite Cowshed scent is Knackered Cow so I sniffed my way through the lotions, gels, and assorted bottles but it was soon time for me to take a seat for my hour-long manicure.
Yep, an hour. Oh, it was lush. I’d chosen the “Ultimate Cowshed Manicure” as I wasn’t in any rush and as soon as I sat down in the comfy armchairs at the back of the store, I instantly relaxed. I was glad that I’d booked the maximum amount of time possible to sit and do nothing.
It started with a good old nail filing and cuticle attacking. I had confessed to Catherine (my technician) that the last mani I had made blood pour from my cuticles and I was a bit nervous – she looked at me like I was mad and told me that this definitely shouldn’t have happened. Good to know. After this, she exfoliated my hands, slathered them in moisturising mask and wrapped them in a hot towel. You have never experienced pure joy until you’ve had your hands wrapped in a hot towel.
And as if that wasn’t enough, the manicure comes with a head and shoulder massage. OMG. I really had to fight the urge to fall asleep. My mani ended with the traditional application of nail varnish – I’d chosen Candy Shop and Beach Please although I did keep changing my mind – and then I was given some time to allow the polish to dry.
I then went and ruined all of the lovely relaxing by navigating my way around central London in the rain for a bit of shopping. Honestly, I think London in the wet is the most miserable place on earth and I really spoiled my lovely mood.
But it’s ok, I’ve already decided to take my Mum to the Cowshed for her birthday next month, so I’ll selflessly get another mani at the same time. I’m such a good daughter.