Christmas Shopaholic(37)

“Whatever the Grinch can steal, that’s not Christmas,” asserts Luke.

I turn his words over in my head. Whatever the Grinch can steal, that’s not Christmas. I love that. I’ll just have to try to keep it in mind. I gaze at the book for a moment longer—then impulsively give Luke a kiss.

“You’re right,” I say. “Thank you.”

I really do love my husband. Even with his mustache.





MESSAGES


Janice Becky, here’s the recipe for brussels sprouts with chestnuts. They’re delicious! Janice xxx Mum Don’t listen to Janice, love. Brussels sprouts don’t need messing about. Just trim them and simmer them. Easy. Mum xxx Suze Bex, I’m not actually that keen on brussels sprouts. Could we have broccoli instead? Suze xxx Bex Hi, Jess!

I think your idea of giving us all words for Christmas is really amazing!!! I was wondering if you wanted a suggestion for my word? Because if so—just a thought—you could give me “edgy.”

Bx

Bex Or “cool.”

Bx

Bex Or “The Girl in the Blue Eye Shadow.” I know that’s more than one word, but I mean, they’re free, aren’t they?

Bx

Jess Becky, I’m not going to tell you what your present is.

Jess





From: Myriad Miracle To: Becky Brandon Subject: Fitness questionnaire!




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QUESTIONS FOR RESUBMISSION


12. What is your specific aim?

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    We look forward to receiving your amended questionnaire.

Happy health-seeking!

Debs

(membership assistant)





I am still edgy. I am.

I’m staring at myself in the mirror before work on Monday morning, tweaking my Letherby tweed suit, which I’ve just “distressed.” I was inspired by my friend Danny Kovitz, the designer. He can take a sack, gather it in places, fray a hem or two—and make it look like an amazing dress. So I thought I’d do the same thing. Only I’m not sure I’ve created quite the same effect.

I’ve unpicked a couple of seams, shredded the hems with my nail scissors, and added some brooches. I also tried to gather the jacket with some stitches, creating new shape and line—except I created a weird bulge instead. I might unpick that quickly.

“I’m off, Becky,” says Luke, striding into the bedroom, holding his briefcase. He stops dead at the sight of me. “Wow,” he adds cautiously. “You look…different.”

“It’s edgy,” I say quickly. “I’ve distressed it.” Then I realize he’s peering at my face. “Oh, my eye shadow?” I add carelessly. “Yes, I thought I’d go for a stronger look.”

On the way back from Shoreditch, I popped into Boots and bought a makeup palette called Ultimate Drama, and I’ve just followed a YouTube tutorial called Edgy Blue-Black Look.

I mean, OK. It’s quite dramatic for a Monday morning. But, then, why shouldn’t Monday mornings be about bold eye shadow?

“Uh-huh,” says Luke slowly. “Is that a blue streak in your hair?”

“Only a tiny one.” I shrug.

“And what’s this music?” asks Luke curiously, tilting his head to listen to the beat thumping through the room.

“Spittser,” I say casually. “You know, the DJ? He’s awesome. He was DJ’ing in Gdańsk last night. Shame we couldn’t have been there.”

I got all that off a website last night. And I downloaded the “ten essential underground clubbing tracks.”

“Gdańsk,” echoes Luke, looking perplexed. “Becky…has anything brought on this sudden interest in Eastern European clubs?”

“It’s not sudden,” I contradict him. “I’ve always been into edgy music, you know that.”

“Last Christmas you made us all listen to ABBA’s Greatest Hits,” Luke reminds me.

“I’m eclectic,” I say frostily. “People can be eclectic, you know.”

Luke’s mouth is twitching, but I’m going to ignore him. I put a leather cuff on over my tweed jacket and look at myself with satisfaction. Meanwhile, Luke’s eyes have drifted downward to my new black boots.

“Now, those are great,” he says.

“Oh, these?” I shrug carelessly.

I’m not sure I can actually walk in these boots, but they’re the edgiest things I’ve ever possessed. I got them online, next-day delivery. They have killer heels, eyelets, metal rivets, and little chains swinging on the backs of them.

“They’re hot,” says Luke, still transfixed.