Going to bed with mental chatter is not likely to produce the most pleasurable sleeping experience. We’ve all been there—when it seems impossible to quiet the noise and finally rest. It takes us longer to get to sleep, and it’s harder to stay there. If you’re looking for a toolbox to harness the voice in your head, we recommend Ethan Kross’s book Chatter—you can listen to him and GP on The goop Podcast here. And if you’re looking for a natural tranquilizer to put the noise to bed tonight, you may want to try a dose of meditation.
Research tells us that meditating can help us go to sleep faster and stay asleep longer, with fewer nighttime awakenings (sorry, this does not include being roused by children). People who meditate report better sleep quality and less fatigue and daytime sleepiness. Even the most challenged sleepers can benefit. And we can reap these sleep rewards with as little as ten minutes of meditation a day (or more, if you’d like).
Any style of meditation is great, but most of the newer research has tested mindfulness meditation—a practice focused on accepting the present moment without judgment, which includes all of our thoughts and feelings. Mindfulness meditation likely works by targeting specific brain areas and reducing cognitive and emotional brain activity that can lead to poor sleep. Decreasing excessive thoughts (mental chatter) and emotional reactivity (stress and anxiety) can help us sleep better.
Of course, that’s easier said than done. Sometimes we can spend ten minutes sitting with every thought imaginable, and then become stressed because we can’t get them to stop. Even though it’s completely normal and part of the meditation process, it can be frustrating. There are a few things that can help you get into zen mode faster, like designating a space with limited distractions and using candles or aromatherapy to set a mood. The one thing that we find important is the obvious: You want to be comfortable. So we teamed up with Avocado to create a meditation pillow with distraction-defying firmness and shape. Use it while meditating in silence; with calming music, like this soothing sound bath from Jasmin Harsono; or cue up a guided meditation from our playlist.
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Whether dreams are just random electric signals in the brain or Carl Jung might have been right about this one thing, we still end up wondering: What do our dreams mean?
Mimi Young, a healer and spirit communicator, helps people connect to their dreams in order to access their inner wisdom. For one goop editor, a dreamwork session with Young revealed how specific recurring elements in her dreams—like flying in long leaps, public bathrooms with no doors, and characters she knew to be one person but appeared as another—represented recurring themes in her waking life. Once Young identified the meanings of each of these elements out loud, they made a lot of sense. Some represented obstacles in relationships and work. Others, personal gifts and talents.
While guidance from a professional can be helpful, the core practice of dreamwork is building a personal dialogue with your dreams, which you can do yourself at home. Young distilled her own interpretation process into four steps, which she describes for us here—along with her bedtime ritual to inspire meaningful dreams. (If you want to explore more, Young will be hosting a dream interpretation course on April 6.)
Finding Meaning in Your Dreams
By Mimi Young, as told to goop
First let me define what a dream is: A dream is any form of communication that comes through when you’re asleep. It doesn’t have to be a narrative with a beginning, middle, and end. It doesn’t even have to be visual. Some dreams are audio-based; others are more like an impression, a sense, or a feeling.
Some important notes before we start. The dreamwork process is about exploration, not perfection. No dream has one single meaning, and there are no right or wrong answers. A dreamwork practice is about developing your relationship with your dreams and learning to trust them as a form of spiritual, intuitive wisdom. You’ve done it right when you feel like it’s given you value or helped you in some way.
A Simple Framework for Dreamwork
1. Recall and reflect
When you wake up, while you’re still in bed—that is, before you interact with anything that could distract you—tune in to whether you’re feeling any strong emotions or sensations in your body. Maybe you identify stress, or maybe you feel good. Is your body especially comfortable or uncomfortable?
Then run through any memory you have of your dreams. Do you remember any key takeaways, feelings, or characters? What specifics have you retained? Replaying your dream in your mind while it’s still fresh can help you hold onto the details, which will be important in the next step.
However you prefer to keep a record of them, write out the key points of your dream. While some people recommend keeping a notebook and a pen by the bed and writing things down by hand, that’s not typically the most efficient way. Most people type faster than they write. So feel free to reach for your phone and take your notes digitally. Or record a voice memo.
I work with several key categories, including the below:
Was there a narrative structure? What was that story?
What feelings did you experience?
What symbols popped up? Any elements you recognize from previous dreams?
What are your initial thoughts about what it might mean?
You may find that other categories make sense to you depending on the nature of your dreams. Absolutely add those in.
In the spirit of efficiency, I have one other recommendation: Make a dream spreadsheet. It’s easier to recognize patterns over time when all your information is organized in front of you.
3. Make space to connect throughout the day
Dreams can act as feedback or cautioning, or they might help you answer questions or find a resolution to a problem. They can be a form of divination, too—looking to what could potentially happen in your future. You’re searching for some kind of communication from your spiritual guides or your inner wisdom.
It might take a while to get the message behind your dream. Reflect on your dream throughout your day, knowing that you might have a moment of insight at work or out on a hike or at the grocery store. It could take a few hours or all day for something to click. For a very profound dream, that might mean a week or even a month. Be patient and keep coming back to it. This is another good reason to keep your dream journal in your phone; it’s usually with you when these eureka moments pop up.
That said, not every dream means anything super profound—or anything at all. As a rule, a dream is worth investigating further when you feel like it might hold something valuable. If you walk away from it feeling that you have more insight, great. But if you wake up knowing the dream you had last night was nonsense, you can trust that feeling, too. Sometimes we have what I call a cleanup dream, which I think of as your mind flushing the pipes.
4. Let the dream guide you
We are meant to be in connection with our dreams—they’re our built-in oracle. Let your dreams guide you.
As you add information about your dreams to your journal or spreadsheet, you might start to recognize patterns. Let’s say you have a specific recurring dream where you’re being chased, but you’re not running. You’re walking. You appear calm, as if you didn’t want anyone to know this chase was happening. You might interpret that dream to be about what is socially acceptable. Then you can start asking yourself relevant questions. Do you feel a need to conform? Are you afraid that people will reject you if you show more of yourself?
Or maybe you have dreams that vary in content but rotate around a single idea. For example, I have dreams about how I don’t rest enough. At a month’s glance, I could have these dreams twenty days out of the last month. I can ask what might happen if I give myself that rest. And I might cultivate more rest for myself that day or that month.
A Simple Ritual for Meaningful Dreams
Before you sleep, light a candle and get quiet. If you like to work with plants, I like mugwort, clary sage, and laurel for rituals like this one. (I make a mist with these plant extracts, which I spray around my space and my aura.)
Tune in. Make a request or set an intention for your dreams. Narrow down that intention until the focus is very sharp. If your request is too open-ended, you might end up with a similarly open-ended dream.
Write this request or intention on a sheet of paper. Just one or two sentences—keep it lean. If you happen to work with a spirit guide already, whether that’s an angel or a specific ancestor or whoever, you can even ask them to show up and speak with you through your dream. Blow out the candle, slip that sheet of paper into your pillowcase, then go to bed. Now you’re going to bed open to a message that may come through.
Know that it might not come through that night. Sometimes that sheet of paper stays in my pillowcase for a few days, a week, or even a full cycle of the moon. (Remember, the moon and dreams are closely connected.) If you want to catch it around a specific lunar cycle, like a new moon, that’s especially great.
Mimi Young is a spirit communicator and the founder of CEREMONIE, an brand that intends to ignite, sharpen, and deepen our connection to spirits and the unseen through magick, core shamanism, and occultism. Young offers topical courses, mentorship, remote private readings, and aura and skin potions.
*This post is sponsored by SPLENDA. The opinions and information presented here are all ours.
Do you have spring fever? We sure do! Maybe you’d like to bake up some delicious treats to celebrate the warmer weather, the singing birds, the blooming flowers and the Easter season without all the sugar? Then we’ve got the recipe for you!
If you’re looking to cut back on the sugar for you or someone in your family, but still want to whip up a pretty plate of sugar cookies this Easter, than try Splenda’s own recipe for No-Sugar Sugar Cookies! Instead of using the usual white stuff that isn’t super healthy and has been known to have us pack on the pounds, this sweet, but sugar-free cookie recipe is made with a granulated version of SPLENDA® No Calorie Sweetener.
Made specifically for baking, granulated SPLENDA® not only tastes just like sugar but, measures cup for cup like real sugar. It can be used almost anywhere sugar is used and stays sweet at high temperatures, so it can be used in not only baking, but cooking too. This means you can greatly reduce the calorie and carbohydrate count in all your favorite cookie, bread, muffin, baked good recipes and sweeter dishes.
I have yet to meet someone who doesn’t like a cookie. And with a similar texture to a shortbread, these No-Sugar Sugar Cookies make a great substitute for the sugar laden ones. They’re perfect for decorating too! All you need to do is collect some ingredients, start rolling out that dough and grab a few of your favorite spring and Easter cookie cutters. We found an adorable set of cookie cutters with a bunny shape, egg shape, flowers shape and a carrot shape. They pretty much scream Easter and all things spring and, we’re absolutely loving it.
While we were happy to leave behind all the sugar calories and carbs with this recipe, there’s no reason why we couldn’t get creative and have some fun making them look super cute and pretty.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease a cookie sheet and set aside.
Blend together the butters, SPLENDA® Granulated Sweetener and vanilla in a medium mixing bowl with an electric mixer, or by hand until completely combined. Then add in egg substitute, water and vinegar. Mix a little more and then add flours, salt and baking powder. Mix on low speed, until dough is formed. Do not overmix.
Place dough on a lightly floured work surface and divide into two balls. Pat each half into a thick disc and cover with plastic wrap. Chill dough
After chilling, roll out dough on a floured work surface to about 1/4 inch. Cut with your cookie cutter of choice and then place on the prepared baking sheet.
Bake cookies for 10-12 minutes or until very lightly browned on the back. Allow cookies to cool before decorating.
Create your bedroom to be a sanctuary for sex and for sleep. We have all of these paired associations in our lives. If I were to describe your favorite food right now—let’s say it’s a warm brownie—and I were to talk to you about the smell of the warm brownie, the warm brownie coming out of the oven, what it’s going to feel like when you put the first bite in your mouth…you start salivating. Your body has a reaction to the thought of it. We have thousands of these paired associations that we carry with us throughout the day.
If your bedroom is a place of conflict, clutter, feeling disconnected, feeling vulnerable, sad—if it’s a catchall where you do everything: having a fight with your partner, working, sleeping, sorting laundry—then you don’t have the association of that bedroom being a sanctuary. A sanctuary for sexually connecting with yourself or with your partner or for sleeping soundly.
So to get practical, what I would suggest is avoiding conflict inside the bedroom. If you want to talk to your partner and you feel like it’s a charged conversation, take it out of the bedroom. Both partners need to commit to that fully. Whether that conflict is about sex, sexual disconnection, kids, or money—which are the top things that couples fight about—have those conversations at the kitchen table or anywhere other than the bedroom.
In order to create your sex and sleep sanctuary, think about creating a room that appeals to your five senses. You don’t have to spend a lot of money, but try to create something that is beautiful to you and your partner. That may be using certain colors that you like, certain textures of fabric, maybe having plants or soft lighting or anything that’s beautiful to your eye. I think candlelight is a magical way to change the mood. Have sound available, like playlists for sleep or for sex. Have scented candles or incense or something that brings your sense of smell to life. You can activate your sense of touch with texture, whether that be nice sheets or blankets or pillows. I also recommend having massage oil on hand. Lube is a great way to experiment with different kinds of touch in your bedroom and with your partner that can be helpful for both sleep and sex.
Stability and consistency that are facilitated by scheduling can be helpful for both of these super important areas of functioning. Couples often ask me, “How often should we be having sex?” Although that answer is different for every couple, every person, and every stage of life, I generally recommend connecting erotically every seventy-two hours. That could be just kissing. It could be taking a shower together. It could be swinging-from-the-rafters sex. Whatever that looks like. Stability is incredibly important for sleep as well: Waking up at the same time every day and ideally keeping a stable sleep schedule goes a long way.
Slipping into a pair of coordinating pajamas (matching sleepwear: very adult of you) is like sipping a warm mug of tea. They may not induce extra REM cycles or anything, but what these whisper-soft sleep sets will do is make you feel coddled. The moment they kiss your skin takes an average weeknight from zero to lights-out. Get ready for drift-off.
Desmond and Dempsey Set goop, $180
Sleeper lounge suit goop, $220
Morgan Lane TOP goop, $210
Morgan Lane SHORTS goop, $188
Sleepy Jones set goop, $198
Desmond and Dempsey set goop, $180
Deiji Studios Set goop, $244
Skin Boyshorts goop, $90
Sophie Ratner necklace goop, $400
Morrow blanket goop, $299
Birkenstock sandals goop, $145
goop Wellness KNOCK ME OUT goop, $55 for 60 chews/$30 for 30 chews
Dr. Gundry’s Favorite Recipe from The Energy Paradox
Mushroom and Shellfish Coconut Curry
When I used to eat takeout more often, one of my go-tos was Thai food—I absolutely love a spicy red coconut curry. I suggest serving this flavorful curry over steamed cauliflower rice for a filling, satisfying meal. And if you’re a vegetarian, skip the shellfish and swap in chopped hearts of palm—just add them to the pot with the kale.
1 tablespoon sesame oil (toasted or plain)
3 leeks, cleaned and finely chopped
2 cloves garlic, pressed or minced
1 tablespoon minced fresh ginger
2 cups sliced brown mushrooms
2 tablespoons Thai red curry paste
1 tablespoon tahini (sesame paste)
8 ounces mussels in the shell, beards removed
8 ounces clams in the shell (littleneck or cherrystone)
½ cup Mushroom Broth (find the recipe in The Energy Paradox, or use vegetable broth)
6 ounces wild-caught shrimp, peeled
1½ cups packed thinly sliced kale
5 to 6 drops liquid stevia
1 tablespoon fish sauce or coconut aminos
juice of 1 lime
1 small handful of fresh basil or cilantro leaves, chopped
Heat the oil in a large soup pot over medium-high heat. Add the leeks and cook until tender and translucent, 3 to 5 minutes. Add the garlic and ginger and cook until translucent, about 2 to 3 minutes. Add the mushrooms and cook until tender, 4 to 6 minutes. Add the curry paste and tahini and stir until well incorporated. Cook for 1 to 2 minutes, until very fragrant. Add the mussels, clams, coconut milk, and mushroom broth and give it a stir. Cover and cook for 6 to 10 minutes, until the shells have opened.
Add the shrimp (or hearts of palm), kale, stevia, and fish sauce (or coconut aminos), cover, and cook for an additional 4 to 6 minutes, until the shrimp are cooked through and the kale is wilted. Uncover and simmer for 3 to 4 minutes, until thickened slightly. Add the lime juice and basil or cilantro and serve over cauliflower rice, if desired.
goop senior social media manager Alexis Antoniades kicking back on her favorite bed.
In partnership with our friends at Avocado Green Mattress
For many of us, both sleep and sex have suffered over the past year—and it’s time to take the bedroom back. It starts with leaving screens, work, and exercise equipment elsewhere, and then it gets more interesting: From the ultimate GOTS-certified-organic mattress, the softest new pajamas, and the best new sleep tech to glow-inducing skin care and sexy candles, these are some brilliant new ways to optimize the bedroom for feeling your sexiest and your sleepiest (not at the same time, of course).
Make Over Your Bed (and Bedside Table)
The Ultimate Mattress
The definition of dreamy: sleeping on twenty-nine layers of ethically sourced, GOTS-certified-organic materials—including cashmere, Indian heritage wool, and Peruvian royal alpaca—and reclaimed and sustainably grown hardwoods, all handcrafted down to the stitches by a team of artisans. We collaborated with Avocado Green Mattress—a Certified B Corp whose values align perfectly with goop’s—to create this, the most luxurious bed on the planet. Handmade over hundreds of hours in Avocado’s GOTS- and GOLS-certified workshop in Los Angeles, it’s also Climate Neutral Certified. You can customize nearly everything about it, too, so no matter what your sleeping style, issues, or preferences, this is your bed. Those of us lucky enough to have tried one have been dreaming about the experience ever since—there’s nothing that even approaches the feeling.
goop x Avocado Bed Avocado Green Mattress, from $38,000
Data for Better Sleep
Both GP and our senior director of science and research, Gerda Endemann, swear by the Oura Ring, a slim, wearable health tracker that gives twenty-four-hour feedback about the quality of your sleep, how ready you are for the day (based on your sleep), and physical activity. It picks up data on your body’s natural signals: resting heart rate, heart-rate variability, respiratory rate, body temperature, nighttime movement, sleep quality, and periods of light, deep, and REM sleep. It then spits out clear, actionable insights—like how to tweak your habits for better sleep—via the Oura app. (In a recent independent evaluation, the Oura Ring was one of the two most accurate devices on the market to measure sleep efficiency; many other devices overestimate or underestimate.) Wondering whether that last glass of wine was maybe a little sleep-disruptive? Find out.
Oura Oura Ring goop, $299
Fresh Air, All Night Long
Dust, dog hair, germs floating around the air—Air Doctor’s portable purifier takes care of all of it. It’s equipped with a hushed fan (no sleep interruptions happening here), an air ionizer (to deal with stinky odors), and a sensor that automatically sets the filtration level based on the air quality in the room (whoa).
Air Doctor 4-in-1 Air Purifier goop, $495
Sipping something warm before bed can feel calming, gently telling your mind that it’s time to start winding down. This golden milk with turmeric, ginger, cinnamon, black pepper, and coconut milk is an easy powder that mixes beautifully with any plant milk. Turmeric is traditionally used and widely praised for its ability to promote balance, well-being, and a healthy immune system, and this blend is warming and a little bit spicy.
GOLDE Original Turmeric Latte Blend goop, $29
This lube warmer is nothing short of genius. Just pop one of the accompanying Pulse pods into the warmer, press a button, wait a minute, and hold your fingers under the dispenser for two seconds; it delivers a uniformly measured dollop of warmed lubricant into your fingers. (If you’ve ever handled a lube bottle that’s gotten lubed up itself, you’ll appreciate this feature.) The warmer automatically turns off an hour after last use, and it has a locking function so that it never goes off when you don’t want it to. This set comes with a warmer and four pods of H2Oh!, a water-based lubricant that’s smooth, toy-friendly, and made without parabens or added fragrance. When you’re ready to restock on lube, there’s a refill pack for that.
Pulse Pulse Warmer goop, $199
Nightly Foot Massage
Another moisturizer with a big overnight payoff is foot cream. This one is thick and rich: Shea butter, jojoba oil, and avocado oil intensely moisturize, while hydrating botanicals like distilled myrtle and tea tree oil purify and prevent odors. It feels incredible going on, smells subtly floral, and will get even the roughest, driest skin right into shape.
Lavido Thera-Intensive Foot Cream goop, $28
Pure Silk for Hair and Skin
Sleeping on a pure mulberry-silk pillowcase helps discourage breakage and split ends, preserves a blowout like nothing else, and leaves your skin smoother than it would be if you slept on cotton, linen, or any other fabric. This set also includes our other favorite silk essentials for sleep: a sleep mask, which soothes your eyes and skin as it blocks out light, and two sizes of hair ties, which are amazingly gentle on your hair, never leaving the slightest dent or kink (even after a long, vigorous yoga class or run).
Slip Ultimate Beauty Sleep Set goop, $140
Chic, Cozy PJ’s
The only thing more appealing than a matching pajama set? A matching set in a charming parrot print. And in 100 percent organic cotton, this one also happens to be quite comfy and breathable. Lounge in it, oversleep in it, stay up all night watching Netflix in it…
Desmond and Dempsey Long Set goop, $180
Best Lip Balm
This ultramoisturizing clean lip balm has the creamiest smooth-gliding texture that’s pure luxury for lips. Cushy, nourishing, high-performance, and subtly scented, it took three whole years to make: “Worth it!” says GP. “My lips get really dry in the winter especially, and this balm soothes and moisturizes like nothing else.” Consumer-tested and dermatologist-approved, it’s made with rich, highest-quality botanical oils—coconut, argan, castor seed, jojoba, and sunflower—plus pomegranate extract and shea butter. It’s as incredible for chapped, cracked, or dry lips as it is for every day (and it comes in the most adorable package).
Sipping golden milk (or truly anything) from this handmade mug is pure pleasure. Designed at Kaneko Kohyo, a century-old ceramics workshop that originally specialized in Shinto and Buddhist altarpieces, the glazed porcelain mimics the warm, rustic look of hand-formed clay. The curved handle fits comfortably in your hand. And convenient bonus: It’s both microwave- and dishwasher-safe.
Roman and Williams Guild Kaneko Kohyo Rinka Mug goop, $50
The goop Sex Book
This series of intimate, serious conversations with experts we trust comes with plenty of funny anecdotes and real-life wisdom, too. No matter your sexual orientation, gender, or level of adventurousness, The Sex Issue is full of ideas, personal stories, and explorations. GP’s words kick it off and reverberate throughout.
goop Press The Sex Issue goop, $26
Chocolate-Mint Sleep Chews
Occasional difficulty sleeping is commonplace, and its effects extend beyond the next morning. We wanted a solution we’d actually look forward to taking at the end of a long day. Each Knock Me Out chew is formulated not only with melatonin but also with L-tryptophan and vitamin B6 to support the body’s own production of the hormone.*
goop Wellness Knock Me Out goop, $55 for 60 chews/$30 for 30 chews
Water, Water Everywhere
Few things are worse than waking up in the middle of the night with a dry throat and no water nearby. But this often leaves us weighing the alternative of having to get out of bed to go get some. Which is why this hand-blown glass pitcher and matching water glass are our new bedside staples.
Hawkins New York Sky Chroma Pitcher goop, $30
Make Over the Bathroom, Too
Designed to hold open the nasal passages while you sleep, NasalAid may help you breathe better overnight by providing temporary relief from passing causes of breathing difficulty, like occasional congestion. Opening nasal passages may reduce snoring and lead to a better night’s sleep, too. (And if your sleeping partner is the snorer, maybe a better night’s sleep for you as well.) Because its internal structure is made from thin, spring-tempered steel wire, it can be adapted to your body: You simply adjust the device for a snug fit by flattening the two free ends in, pop those ends up your nostrils, and breathe easy.
NasalAid NasalAid goop, $49
Help for Mild Night Sweats
If your sleep quality has changed over the years, hormonal fluctuations may be contributing. Madame Ovary is a nutritional protocol that contains herbs, adaptogens, and vitamins formulated for women approaching, in the throes of, or just past menopause. goop editors swear by this product to help smooth the menopausal transition.*
goop Wellness Madame Ovary goop, $90/$75 with subscription
A Warm Bath
Altitude Oil is an OG goop-favorite magical aromatic oil: We bring it with us everywhere and inhale the blend of lavender, pine, patchouli, peppermint, lemon myrtle, and more to clear our minds, invigorate our senses, and improve everything from air travel to mediation sessions. Acupuncturist and aromatherapist Annee de Mamiel has taken her bestselling oil and combined it with pink Himalayan, Epsom, and Dead Sea salts to accomplish a similar transformation in the context of a warm, relaxing bath. To say that it’s absolute heaven is an understatement.
de Mamiel Altitude Oil Bath goop, $78
*These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration. This product is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any disease.
For senior stylist Sarah Rose, outfit planning—yes, even twenty-eight outfits in one shot—is a game of optimizing. One that involves a hyperstreamlined palette (peppered with pops of color). Chameleon-like classics to mix, match, and mingle as you see fit. And: some season-shifting styling aids that’ll show you just how resourceful your closet can be.
The trick to making your wardrobe work smarter, not harder, is to stretch the layers throughout the month. See the drawstring denim jacket? The classic stripes? The creamy bomber-style sweater? Hang on to those—they’ll come in handy later, too.
Stylist’s Note: “I love denim on denim—it’s a total cool-girl move. And the Blair jumpsuit is one of those unicorns that you can wear with a jean jacket for errands, then top with a cardigan for lounging to give it a completely new vibe.” —Sarah Rose
A.P.C. X GOOP MICHELLE JACKET, goop, $365; G. LABEL NICOLE PUFF-SLEEVE BUTTON-DOWN WITH COLLAR, goop, $375; A.P.C. X GOOP SKYE JEANS, goop, $275; AESTHER EKME BAG, goop, $568
G. LABEL BELLA BUTTON BOMBER, goop, $595; G. LABEL ANNIKA MID-SLEEVE HENLEY BODYSUIT, goop, $225; ULLA JOHNSON PANTS, goop, $445; DEIJI STUDIOS SLIDES, goop, $268
G. LABEL LUCY STRIPED FUNNEL-NECK SWEATER, goop, $595; G. LABEL STEWART A-LINE COTTON SKIRT, goop, $495; ATP ATELIER SANDALS, goop, $390; LITTLE LIFFNER TOTE, goop, $650
G. LABEL KIRSTIE STRIPED PUFF-SLEEVE CARDIGAN, goop, $595; G. LABEL KELLY WIDE-LEG TROUSERS, goop, $495; LITTLE LIFFNER BAG, goop, $550
G. LABEL DIAZ UTILITY JEAN JACKET, goop, $425; G. LABEL BLAIR JUMPSUIT, goop, $450; MARNI SANDALS, goop, $750
G. SPORT X PROENZA SCHOULER BODYSUIT, goop, $145; G. SPORT X PROENZA SCHOULER JACKET, goop, $895
When you’ve got emails to draft, work wives to Zoom, and a midweek workout you penciled in with your wellness tracker, you’ll want pretty prints, darling waist-up details, and a totally practical sweatdress to ensure all bases are covered.
Stylist’s Note: “When in doubt, don’t be afraid to double down on the details: The puff is a goop trademark, the dots feel a little retro, and the pajama-style jumpsuit—which can go loungy or dressy—reminds me of an old-school Diane Von Furstenberg from the ’70s.” —Rose
G. SPORT X PROENZA SCHOULER SHORT-SLEEVE CUTOUT TOP, goop, $155; G. SPORT X PROENZA SCHOULER TECHNICAL LEGGINGS, goop, $145; G. LABEL UNIVERSITY SWEATSHIRT, goop, $195; ADIDAS X STELLA MCCARTNEY SNEAKERS, goop, $220; LOEFFLER RANDALL TOTE, goop, $350
G. LABEL KRISTINA FINE-RIB TURTLENECK, goop, $450; LOEFFLER RANDALL FLATS, goop, $250; G. LABEL KATHY SUE HIGH-WAISTED WRAP PANTS, goop, $495; AESTHER EKME HANDBAG, goop, $569
G. LABEL HENRIETTA SWEATSHIRT DRESS, goop, $425
G. LABEL MARKS U-NECK SLIM SWEATER, goop, $395; G. LABEL DANIELSON A-LINE POLKA-DOT SKIRT, goop, $425; ATP ATELIER FLATS, goop, $390
G. LABEL THOMPSON PUFF-SLEEVE DRESS, goop, $650; G. LABEL JEANNETTE BELTED CARDIGAN, goop, $595; HEREU CROSSBODY, goop, $290
G. LABEL NICOLE PUFF-SLEEVE BUTTON-DOWN WITH COLLAR, goop, $375; G. LABEL KATHY SUE HIGH-WAISTED WRAP PANTS, goop, $495; STAUD BAG, goop, $295; MARNI SANDALS, goop, $750
All it takes are a few strategic swaps—sweatshorts in lieu of sweatpants, a collegiate sweatshirt that feels right at home over a crisp collar, and the aforementioned bomber-style sweater over a utility jumpsuit—to make the foundational pieces you leaned on all of week one feel fresh.
Stylist’s Note: “A good rule of thumb: Opposites attract. Pull a big comfy hoodie over an A-line dress to keep that pretty poplin from taking itself too seriously.” —Rose
G. SPORT X PRONEZA SCHOULER JACKET, goop, $895; G. SPORT X PROENZA SCHOULER BODYSUIT, goop, $145; G. SPORT X PROENZA SCHOULER TECHNICAL LEGGINGS, goop, $145
G. LABEL ANNIKA MID-SLEEVE HENLEY BODYSUIT, goop, $225; G. LABEL VAN NICE HIGH-CUFF CREWNECK SWEATER, goop, $595; G. LABEL VAUGHT SWEATSHORTS, goop, $195; BIRKENSTOCK SHOES, goop, $165
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Swishy shapes, skimpy shorts, and shin-baring silhouettes: Week four is a love letter to warm-weather dressing in all its forms. All those in favor of a spring-ready switch-up say: aye.
Stylist’s Note: “I’m obsessed with Thursday’s outfit. It’s actually a puff-sleeve shirtdress I tied around a pair of wide-legs for a look that’s a little more unexpected, with a modern twist—something you could wear anywhere, really.” —Rose
Our March goop Book Club pick, Sorrow and Bliss, is a modern love story that’s funny and dark, sharp and tender, hopeful and hard to put down. It has a brooding Sally Rooney vibe (but explores a slightly older and more mature slice of life) with exceptional inner monologue and palpable chemistry among the characters.
The plot is driven by the on-and-off relationship between witty Martha and her charismatic husband, Patrick, who meet when she’s sixteen—the year before Martha first finds it suddenly impossible, for a spell, to get out of bed or laugh. The novel opens when Martha is forty and they are seemingly, perhaps, at the end of their marriage. Or perhaps not.
From Sorrow and Bliss
My father is a poet called Fergus Russell. His first poem was published in The New Yorker when he was nineteen. It was about a bird, the dying variety. After it came out, someone called him a male Sylvia Plath. He got a notable advance on his first anthology. My mother, who was his girlfriend then, is purported to have said, “Do we need a male Sylvia Plath?” She denies it but it is in the family script. No one gets to revise it after it is written. It was also the last poem my father ever published. He says she hexed him. She denies that too. The anthology remains forthcoming. I don’t know what happened to the money.
My mother is the sculptor Celia Barry. She makes birds, the menacing, oversized variety, out of repurposed materials. Rake heads, appliance motors, things from the house. Once, at one of her shows, Patrick said, “I honestly think your mother has never met extant physical matter she couldn’t repurpose.” He was not being unkind. Very little in my parents’ home functions according to its original remit.
Growing up, whenever my sister and I overheard her say to someone “I am a sculptor,” Ingrid would mouth the line from that Elton John song. I would start laughing and she would keep going with her eyes closed and her fists pressed against her chest until I had to leave the room. It has never stopped being funny.
According to The Times my mother is minorly important. Patrick and I were at the house helping my father rearrange his study the day the notice appeared. She read it aloud to the three of us, laughing unhappily at the minorly bit. Afterwards my father said he’d take any degree of importance at this stage. “And they’ve given you a definite article. The sculptor Celia Barry. Spare a thought for we the indefinites.”
Sometimes Ingrid gets one of her children to ring and talk to me on the phone because, she says, she wants them to have a very close relationship with me, and also it gets them off her balls for literally five seconds. Once, her eldest son called and told me there was a fat lady at the post office and his favorite cheese is the one that comes in the bag and is sort of whitish. Ingrid texted me later and said, “He means cheddar.”
I do not know when he will stop calling me Marfa. I hope never.
Our parents still live in the house we grew up in, on Goldhawk Road in Shepherd’s Bush. They bought it the year I turned ten with a deposit lent to them by my mother’s sister Winsome, who married money instead of a male Sylvia Plath. As children, they lived in a flat above a key-cutting shop in, my mother tells people, “a depressed seaside town, with a depressed seaside mother.” Winsome is older by seven years. When their mother died suddenly of an indeterminate kind of cancer and their father lost interest in things, in particular them, Winsome withdrew from the Royal College of Music to come back and look after my mother, who was thirteen then. She has never had a career. My mother is minorly important.
It was Winsome who found the Goldhawk Road house and arranged for my parents to pay much less for it than it was worth, because it was a deceased estate and, my mother said, based on the whiff, the body was still somewhere under the carpet.
On the day we moved in, Winsome came over to help clean the kitchen. I went in to get something and saw my mother sitting at the table drinking a glass of wine and my aunt, in a tabard and rubber gloves, standing on the top rung of a stepladder wiping out the cupboards.
They stopped talking, then started again when I left the room. I stood outside the door and heard Winsome telling my mother that perhaps she ought to try and muster up a suggestion of gratitude since home ownership was generally beyond the reach of a sculptor and a poet who doesn’t produce any poetry. My mother did not speak to her for eight months.
Then, and now, she hates the house because it is narrow and dark; because the only bathroom opens off the kitchen via a slatted door, which requires Radio Four to be on at high volume whenever anyone is in there. She hates it because there is only one room on each floor and the staircase is very steep. She says she spends her life on those stairs and that one day she’ll die on them.
She hates it because Winsome lives in a townhouse in Belgravia. Enormous, on a Georgian square and, my aunt tells people, the better side of it because it keeps the light into the afternoon and has a nicer aspect onto the private garden. The house was a wedding present from my uncle Rowland’s parents, renovated for a year prior to their moving in and regularly ever since, at a cost my mother claims to find immoral.
Although Rowland is intensely frugal, it is only as a hobbyist—he has never needed to work—and only in the minutiae. He bonds the remaining sliver of soap to the new bar but Winsome is allowed to spend a quarter of a million pounds on Carrara marble in a single renovation and buy pieces of furniture that are described, in auction catalogues, as “significant.”
In choosing a house for us solely on the basis of its bones—my mother said, not the ones we were guaranteed to find if we lifted the carpet—Winsome’s expectation was that we would improve it over time. But my mother’s interest in interiors never extended beyond complaining about them as they were. We had come from a rented flat in a suburb much farther out and did not have enough furniture for rooms above the first floor. She made no effort to acquire any and they remained empty for a long time until my father borrowed a van and returned with flatpack bookshelves, a small sofa with brown corduroy covers, and a birch table that he knew my mother would not like but, he said, they were only a stopgap until he got the anthology out and the royalties started crashing in. Most of it is still in the house, including the table, which she calls our only genuine antique. It has been moved from room to room, serving various functions, and is presently my father’s desk. “But no doubt,” my mother says, “when I’m on my deathbed, I’ll open my eyes for the last time and realize it is my deathbed.”
Afterwards my father set out to paint the downstairs, at Winsome’s encouragement, in a shade of terra-cotta called Umbrian Sunrise. Because he did not discriminate with his brush between wall, skirting board, window frame, light switch, power outlet, door, hinge, or handle, progress was initially swift. But my mother was beginning to describe herself as a conscientious objector where domestic matters were concerned. Eventually the work of cleaning and cooking and washing became solely his and he never finished. Even now, the hallway at Goldhawk Road is a tunnel of terra-cotta to midway. The kitchen is terra-cotta on three sides. Parts of the living room are terra-cotta to waist height.
Ingrid cared about the state of things more than I did when we were young. But neither of us cared much that things that broke were never repaired, that the towels were always damp and rarely changed, that every night my father cooked chops on a sheet of tin foil laid over the piece from the night before, so that the bottom of the oven gradually became a mille-feuille of fat and foil. If she ever cooked, my mother made exotic things without recipes, tagines and ratatouilles distinguishable from each other only by the shape of the pepper pieces, which floated in liquid tasting so bitterly of tomato that in order to swallow a mouthful I had to close my eyes and rub my feet together under the table.
Patrick and I were a part of each other’s childhoods; there was no need for us, newly coupled, to share the particulars of our early lives. It became an ongoing competition instead. Whose was worse?
I told him, once, that I was always the last one picked up from birthday parties. So late, the mother would say, I wonder if I should give your parents a ring. Replacing the receiver after a period of minutes, she would tell me not to worry, we could try again later. I became part of the tidying up, then the family supper, leftover cake. It was, I told Patrick, excruciating. At my own parties, my mother drank.
He stretched, pretending to limber up. “Every single birthday party I had between the ages of seven and eighteen was at school. Thrown by Master. The cake came from the drama department prop cupboard. It was plaster of Paris.” He said, good game though.
Mostly, Ingrid rings me when she is driving somewhere with the children because, she says, she can only talk properly when everyone is restrained and, in a perfect world, asleep; the car is basically a giant pram at this point. A while ago, she called to tell me she had just met a woman at the park who said she and her husband had separated and now had half-half custody of their children. The handover took place on Sunday mornings, the woman told her, so they both had one weekend day each on their own. She had started going to the cinema by herself on Saturday nights and had recently discovered that her ex-husband goes by himself on Sunday nights. Often it turns out they have chosen to see the same film. Ingrid said the last time it was X-Men: First Class. “Martha, literally have you ever heard anything more depressing? It’s like, just go the fuck together. You will both be dead soon.”
Throughout childhood our parents would separate on a roughly biannual basis. It was always anticipated by a shift in atmosphere that would occur usually overnight and even if Ingrid and I never knew why it had happened, we knew instinctively that it was not wise to speak above a whisper or ask for anything or tread on the floorboards that made a noise, until our father had put his clothes and typewriter into a laundry basket and moved into the Hotel Olympia, a bed and breakfast at the end of our road.
My mother would start spending all day and all night in her repurposing shed at the end of the garden, while Ingrid and I stayed in the house by ourselves. The first night, Ingrid would drag her bedding into my room and we would lie listening to the sound of metal tools being dropped on the concrete floor and the whining, discordant folk music our mother worked to, carrying in through our open window.
During the day she would sleep on the brown sofa that Ingrid and I had been asked to carry out for that purpose. And despite a permanent sign on the door that said “GIRLS: before knocking, ask self—is something on fire?,” before school I would go in and collect dirty plates and mugs and, more and more, empty bottles so that Ingrid wouldn’t see them. For a long time, I thought it was because I was so quiet that my mother did not wake up.
I do not remember if we were scared, if we thought this time it was real, our father was not coming back, and we would naturally acquire phrases like “my mum’s boyfriend” and “I left it at my dad’s,” using them as easily as classmates who claimed to love having two Christmases. Neither of us confessed to being worried. We just waited. As we got older, we began to refer to them as The Leavings.
Eventually our mother would send one of us down to the hotel to get him because, she said, this whole thing was bloody ridiculous even though, invariably, it would have been her idea. Once my father got back, she would kiss him up against the sink, my sister and I watching, mortified, as her hand found its way up the back of his shirt. Afterwards it wouldn’t be referred to except jokingly. And then there would be a party.
All of Patrick’s sweaters have holes in the elbows, even ones that aren’t very old. One side of his collar is always inside the neck, the other side over it and, despite constant retucking, an edge of shirt always finds its way out at the back. Three days after he has a haircut, he needs a haircut. He has the most beautiful hands I have ever seen.
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