Self Care

There is a specific brand of self-care lie we tell ourselves in the name of beauty. We've all had those self-care fails that usually begin on a Tuesday evening, somewhere between the third ping of a work email and the realisation that the fridge contains nothing but a wilted spring onion and half a lime. It’s the moment we decide: I shall be a Spa Goddess.In my head, this involves a cosy, fluffy robe, a single white lily in a slim vase and a sheet mask that fits my face like a bespoke Savile Row