Welcome to Save-a-Word Saturday!
We want to spread our love of old and unusual words by sharing them with other bloggers and thereby saving these precious, wonderful, whirling words from the dusty, lonely corners of the oldest, least-visited vaults of the Word Bank.
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The rules run thusly:
1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one. The easiest way to do that would be to grab the code under our pretty Save-a-Word Saturday button. Just copy and paste it into the HTML part of your blog.
2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. It really must be an old word, not just a big one. We are trying to save lovely archaisms, not ugly giants (for example, "Dihydrogen Monoxide" is not an acceptable choice). Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely words if you're having trouble coming up with something on your own.
3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme we have chosen this week. You may also add visual or musical interpretations of your word or your sentence. In fact, add anything that moves your creative spirit.
4. Add your post to the linky list below (it's down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!
5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life. Do leave us a note or add something to your own post to let us all know what wonderful old word you whipped out to befuddle your friends and relations.
This week's theme is:
1. the original form of kerfuffle; a disturbance or fuss
Our sentence(s) are:
Axel pulled a battered tea cup out of his pack, used his thumb to cover a hole where the handle used to be, and dipped it into the stream.
I crossed my arms and stared as he poured cup after cup down his throat.
He let the last few drops of murky water fall into his mouth, then held the blue and gold paint up to the sunlight. "My sisters would be in such a carfuffle if they could see me now," he explained. "It would comfort them to know I'm still drinking out of our fine china."
Next week's theme: Dreams