Baths trump showers any day for me. I may be a warm hearted lass, but I’m a cold blooded gal and nothing warms my cockles like a brimming tub of goodness. Each evening (I peer through half hand-covered eyes when the water bill arrives), on goes the tap and up my bath fills, mixed with a lug of something special to give the day a more luxe ending than the crusty eyed, pineapple-hair fashioned mess than it started with. And over the weeks I’ve grown quite the bathtime arsenal stacked high in the corner of the room. Salts seem to be having a moment in my rotation right now, along with a hefty sloshing of oils too – oh and a pedi pumice formula for good measure.Â Bathtime’s been pimped.
First up – let’s address the salty issue. There’s no froth, foam, bubbles or any fun stuff like that when these are in play but their heady aromas and equilibrium balancing properties leave me feeling a little dreamy post soak. I’ve product peddled the Therapie Himalayian Detox Salts and mentioned the Fig + Yarrow Pink Love Salts* (bizarrely my Boyfriend’s favourite) before, so I’ll skip those raves but the newest addition to the clan are Burt’s Bees Therapeutic Bath Crystals with Eycalptus Oil*. And cor, the scent of these will take a few metaphorical hairs off your chest, like Vicks Vapour Rub – sniffing a hankie dipped in that stuff is always the only highlight of harbouring a cold – in a bath, only stronger. Perfect for if you’re feeling a little ‘bunged-up’. Equally refreshing, but a little more zingy is Jo Malone’s Lime, Basil and Mandarin Bath Oil*, a dose of Med flavour for your waters. A trickle of the stuff if all you need to inject a milky appearance to your bath that leaves you smelling like holidays on exit – and again it’s boy-approved. Sidenote: the Fig + Yarrow Alpine Pumice Foot Treatment that I spoke of in my pedi post, serves as more of a constant reminder in my bathtime booty; obviously not an all-over product but its presence aids my remembrance to use it and it’s a nice bolt on to my tub time routine.
Oils, soaks and salts – I wallow in them all, towel off, then hit the pillow only for the morning monstrosity that is a bleary eyed 6am me to be put into motion again. And trust me, if you’d seen that sight you’d be aching out for memory-erasing, chillaxing bathtime slot too.