Yesterday morning I headed out of Chelsea and towards Oxford Street for my full body massage at Cowshed in Selfridges.
I was semi-curious about the new Cowshed and I also wanted a change of scene. It was Mother’s Day and I guess I wanted a bit of time out for some well-deserved me-time, dare I say.
Of course, wandering around Selfridges with a juice in hand and a bit of a headache isn’t my idea of mummy-me-time. The bombastic music and early morning crowds, even before Sunday trading hours begin, is anything but relaxing.
And so I wondered as I stepped into Cowshed’s corner of the department store, will this massage actually work?
In short, it did. In fact, it worked very well. The walls must be insulated very well because as soon as the door closed on the treatment room, there was no hint of the outside world whatsoever.
My therapist was also very good. I wish I could remember her name because I would recommend her to anyone.
For my 75-minute massage, I asked for something relaxing. Although I was feeling tired, I didn’t want something to perk me up. Instead I wanted a massage that would help me wind down. Being a mummy to a wonderfully energetic 8-month old boy and having my own business means that I am always on the go. I stop to sleep but otherwise, I just keep going: whether it’s to the office, nursery, play date, gym or heading out for a cocktail and a catch up, there’s rarely a time when I stop.
This massage was however an excuse to halt everything and the time out was completely worth it. When my massage ended, I felt like my whole body had hit the reset button. And as I enjoyed the rest of the afternoon with my baby boy and OH, I could feel myself winding down even more. By the evening, I was so relaxed all I wanted was a very long sleep: a concept new mummies may have forgotten exists.
So will I be going back to Cowshed at Selfridges for another massage? Of course, yes. But I think for their ultimate pedicure I’ll be venturing to the Notting Hill spa. I hear they play Sex and the City on the mini TVs in front of each armchair and unlike Selfridges, there’s more of a pampering feel because the other spas can offer you a glass of Prosecco and nibbles. That’s what I hear. I can’t wait to find out if it’s true …