Welcome to Save-a-Word Saturday, a new blog hop hosted by The Feather and the Rose.
The aim is to spread 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.
The aim is to spread 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.
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).
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 a link to your blog in 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:
Snow
And the word I have chosen is:
beot (plural beots)
- A boast, threat, boastful speech
- The Thyle is thus charged with challenging any beots that he feels may not be kept by the individual making them or gainsaying a claim he believes to be false or inaccurate. — Theod Sumbel, 2008
- boastfulness
(grabbed from Wiktionary)
AND my miraculous snow related sentence is:
As I trudged through the snow, it twinkled it's beot of coldness -- threatening me with hypothermia.
Whooooo! Yay, thanks for joining in! Beot. I like it. :D
ReplyDeleteNice word. :)
ReplyDeleteI like it :)
ReplyDeleteHaha! I like it, and your sentence. I always feel like snow is out to get me!
ReplyDeleteThat's because it is :D
DeleteHello! Thanks for the follow! i have followed you back! :D
ReplyDeleteLove,
Kira