I, like most of you, have a case of the Mondays. All I wanted to do this morning is snuggle back under my covers and live like it was Sunday Afternoon The Remix. But, as you know, this apartment and that Rick Owens jacket aren’t going to magically appear because I’m cute, so it’s off to work I go.
But when I’m done racing around like a crazy person, I do have one indulgence on which I feel I should spare no expense, and that is bubble bath. I reserve the right to shut the door to my tiny New York apartment, pour a giant tub filled with bubbles up to my neck and soak until I don’t feel like the day was a complete waste of makeup.
This bubble bath is one of my favorites of all time: it smells like dessert without being sickly sweet, it softens skin, it hydrates and it produces movie-quality bubbles (produced by the local bath bomb manufacturer). It only takes 1-2 dollops of that golden liquid to wash away the day, so you’ll get at least a month’s worth of baths out of it. It’s worth every penny. Natural extracts help soften and gently exfoliate while honey seals in moisture. It’s like Cleopatra rose from the dead and gave specific instructions on how to slay them all with the perfect bath product.
So, alert the media: this bubble bath is about to go down, and you’ll be a better, calmer person as a result.
Secret disclosure: sometimes when I’m getting ready to take a bath at the end of the day, I recite this scene from 1981’s Arthur. Because I can: