Source? Sam acquired it from a charity shop
Significance? Sam wears it to confuse and confront
Fate? Most likely in someone's dress-up box
First Appearance? Sam and the Sylvan
Author's Inspiration? A ruched dress I once tried on
At thirty-five, Sam Silver looks like a teenaged boy, and not in a good way. She was living hand-to-mouth, trying to find a home and a job, and resenting the difficulties.
Determined to be accepted on her own terms, Sam pushes it by refusing to back down or make compromises. The fuchsia mini (ruched, no less) is one of her ways of waving an emphatic finger at the world.
When she meets Peck Grene and his fiancee, Chloe in a pub, it's a confrontation all round. Sam resents the couple for their happiness, while Peck just tries to work her out. Peck is sensitive to colour and beauty, which is one reason he so loves Chloe, and he just can't help staring at Sam.
First Appearance? Sam and the Sylvan
Author's Inspiration? A ruched dress I once tried on
At thirty-five, Sam Silver looks like a teenaged boy, and not in a good way. She was living hand-to-mouth, trying to find a home and a job, and resenting the difficulties.
Determined to be accepted on her own terms, Sam pushes it by refusing to back down or make compromises. The fuchsia mini (ruched, no less) is one of her ways of waving an emphatic finger at the world.
When she meets Peck Grene and his fiancee, Chloe in a pub, it's a confrontation all round. Sam resents the couple for their happiness, while Peck just tries to work her out. Peck is sensitive to colour and beauty, which is one reason he so loves Chloe, and he just can't help staring at Sam.
She stowed the computer in a backpack and shrugged it on.
How did a backpack equate with a handbag? And why in the name of the original
forest was she wearing a short, tight dress in that shade under her mannish coat and above those heavy boots? Peck
tried to work out what colour it was. Chartreuse? Cerise? Magenta? No, surely
chartreuse was a shade of yellowy-green. Fuchsia.
That was it. A peculiarly harsh hue on the purple side of pink. It looked
horrible with her drab pale skin, which should have been café au lait but just missed it. And ruched.
Later on, he's still trying to figure it out...
“This wasn’t my idea,” Sam reminded, folding her long hands
in her lap. Her coat hung open, and the fuchsia mini had hiked up, showing an
unnerving expanse of thigh. She looked like a precocious teenaged boy in drag
and Peck felt another flash of fellow feeling. Most people assumed he was a
decade younger than he was, but in Sam’s case,
it was more like two decades. She accentuated the impression, maybe
subconsciously, by turning in her heavily-booted toes.
Later, still, life looks up for Sam and she no longer needs to confront and shock. So that's the story of the fuchsia mini.
You can read about the mini in Sam and the Sylvan.
About the Blog
Sally is Sally Odgers; author, anthologist and reader. You can find you way into her maze of websites and blogs via the portal here.(Sally is me, by the way.)
The goal for 2017 was to write a post a day profiling the background behind one of my books; how it came to be written, what it's about, and any things of note that happened along the way. 2017 is well behind us, but I ran out of year before running out of books. As of June 2018 I STILL hadn't run out of books, but many of those still to come are MIA by which I mean I don't have copies and remember little about them. There are more new books in the pipeline, and I'm certainly showcasing those, but in between times, I'm profiling some of my characters, places and objects. Thank you so much to everyone who's come along on this journey so far!
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