We’re celebrating the upcoming release of my third Food Lovers’ Village mystery, BUTTER OFF DEAD (July 7—save the suspense and pre-order it now!), with a glimpse of some of your favorite authors’ prized collections.
Today, we’re peeking into Catriona McPherson’s closet…
“This is the inside of my wardrobe. Well, one half of a shared wardrobe. The other side is much duller: shirts, trousers and a single kilt. I think seventy one dresses counts as a collection by anyone’s reckoning. In fact, a friend happened to see inside my wardrobe recently and said – after a long pause – “it’s not a disorder because you wear them”.
I’ll take that. And it’s true; I do wear them. There are only three in here that still have their tags on: a floor-length, red-carpet-worthy gown (Ross Dress For Less, natch); an ill-considered brown thing with a bustle (life’s bad enough without wearing brown and frankly my bottom doesn’t need the help of a bustle either); and the dress I’m going to wear on my 50th birthday in October, when this year’s Fit For Fifty campaign has left me svelte and able to slip into it. If not, I’m sure I’ll find something to throw on.”
Connect with Catriona (the o is silent) on her website, on Facebook, or on Twitter @catrionamcp
And if you love dresses, watch for her next historical, DANDY GILVER AND THE UNPLEASANTNESS IN THE BALLROOM. (The British version, DANDY GILVER AND THE FATAL FOXTROT, will be out in July in the UK, from Hodder & Stoughton.) She says: “The frocks are to die for.” Takes a Scot to refer to a dress as a frock and not sound silly.
But she also writes stunning standalones. Leave a comment on my Facebook page or blog for a chance to win a SIGNED copy the THE DAY SHE DIED, nominated for the 2015 Edgar and Anthony Awards. Ruff the Cat will choose a winner at random—check back in the morning to find out!
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This past March, I met readers at bookstores, in classrooms, libraries, and homes, and at a convention in Missoula, Bigfork, Seattle, Portland, and Billings. Though the trip was tiring, the encounters were energizing. Because a story is meant to be read, to be shared. Only then does it fulfill its purpose, become truly itself.
