The silk pillowcase
On the one piece of bedding I bought five years ago that has, more than any product, changed what my face…
The overnight hair oil
On a small ten-euro bottle from a Sicilian pharmacy — and a five-minute Sunday evening practice that has…
The three-product bath
On the small Saturday morning ritual I keep — a long warm bath with three carefully chosen products — and…
The cleansing balm I make
On the small monthly kitchen practice that has replaced the eighteen-euro jar of cleansing balm I used to…
The velvet hour
On the small protected sixty minutes I keep on Sunday afternoons for nothing in particular — and on what the…
The eye mask I keep in the fridge
On a small reusable gel mask that lives on the top shelf of the fridge — and on the four-minute practice…
The quiet foot bath
On the small enamel basin I keep under the kitchen sink — and a ten-minute evening practice that has changed…
The perfume I stopped wearing
On a small experiment in not wearing perfume for a year — and on what the natural smell of clean skin…
The natural hair mask
On a small egg-and-honey mask my grandmother used — and on why I, after twenty years of expensive…
The shower I take cold at the end
On the small thirty-second cold finish I add to most showers — and on what this small discomfort does to the…
The three-minute scalp massage
On a small evening practice borrowed from an Indian hair-care tradition — and on the small surprising thing…
The handmade face mist
On a small spray bottle I keep on the bathroom shelf, refilled every two weeks — and on the…
The jaw and neck cream
On the small but consequential decision to extend my facial moisturiser down past the jaw — and on what two…
The glycolic acid I keep low
On a small bottle of low-percentage acid toner that I use twice a week — and on why the lowest-concentration…
The massage I give myself on Tuesdays
On the small twenty-minute Tuesday evening practice — body oil, slow strokes, no music — that has become the…