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:
Our word is:
empty boasting or swaggering
The footsteps stopped just behind him. Henry turned away from his attentive friends and found a dark haired woman dressed in elegant purple silk standing behind him with her arms crossed. "Yes, Mother?"
"Henry," she said. "Stop your fanfaronade this instant. Everyone knows you can't out ride Albert. They're just too afraid you'll give them one of your blistering set-downs to tell you so."
Henry gritted his teeth. "Apparently the thought didn't stop you."
The woman laughed. "I'm your mother. You can't say anything truly horrible to me. You know that if you become too annoying, I'll just tell your father to leave all his money to St. Bartlemere's Cat Sanctuary instead of to you."
Next week's theme: Lace Socks