Now, I'm not one to start blindly harping on about the supposed miracle properties of beauty products. Firstly, I'm no expert and tend to choose based on how pretty the packaging and secondly, no-one sends me free stuff anyway. Yet I do love how Cowshed products tell it like it is. The Knackered Cow collection certainly sums up how I feel most weekday evenings, and the Grumpy Cow range reaches out to me when I'm in a rage (no chocolate in the house, spilling tomato sauce on my cream chinos, all manner of Very Serious and World Ending problems). As well as the fab names, the Cowshed bath and body range is actually pretty amazing. I love the sort of beauty products that feel like a real treat, the sort that you can't just pick up in the supermarket next to the BOGOF offers for toothpaste. I've never visited a Cowshed spa, although I hear they are luxury on the proverbial stick.
I was given the Knackered Cow bath oil and body cream as a gift, and am now addicted to the lovely fragrance and funky bottles sitting pretty in my bathroom. And since my neck is currently frozen and aching night and day (left over from an ill-advised game of badminton) and I have yet to struggle whimpering to the physio, I have taken to laying in baths neck-deep in hot water saturated with the aforementioned bath oil. Knackered Cow I may be, but one luxuriating in lavender and eucalyptus has got to be the better way to be.
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