Obsessed with Dirty Cow

There’s no sugarcoating this. I am a Dirty Cow lover. Ok, maybe that comes out sounding a bit stranger than it should. Let me back up a step. Have you ever been to one of Soho House’s fine establishments? If you have, and you’ve visited the bathrooms there, you’ll be very familiar with the Dirty Cow I speak of. 

In every bathroom of Soho House (and all other group houses), there are two bottles by every sink. There’s a Cowshed Dirty Cow Hand Wash and a Cowshed Cow Pat Moisturising Cream. For as long as I can remember I’ve used these products and found myself enjoying a quick trip to the ladies more often than I should while in residence. In fact, now that I look back I’m pretty sure my guests must have thought I had some sort of personal problem, leaving them as frequently as I did. 

Why it never occurred to me to buy these products for my own home, I’ll never be able to explain. Let’s just say I’ve caught on and I’m a smitten kitten, no longer a dirty cow. So just wanted to give a shout out to the best hand wash in all the land. Don’t believe me? Give this Dirty Cow a go. It’s a new hand washing experience. 

Now granted, the pair will set you back £30. But I’ve never understood why we all scrimp and save on hand wash and cream. We spend more time washing our hands than any other part of our bodies, so why shouldn’t we spoil them? Oh yes, I went there. I’m pampering my palms this new year and joining the Cowshed revolution. Won’t you join me? 


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