Lost words I’ve loved this year
Why do we love finding new words so much? I think it’s because they make wisps of ideas whole, they tickle up stories, are beautiful music, make us giggle, or are simply delicious to say.
Emily Dickinson wrote that a word begins to live the day it’s said. Why not give these words the kiss of life?
planetstruck: affected by the influence of the planets, and a flipping brilliant excuse for mistakes or misdemeanours, large or small
jackanape: a pert fellow and frankly my favourite kind
fondling: a person or thing fondled
croozle: to make a low whispering sound (perhaps because you’re a fondling)
dunnekin: is a much better word for loo than loo
quizziness: eccentricity - please apply this to me, thank you
cuthbert: a person in a cushy job - which I'd gladly become, if only I could find a…
funk-hole: a cushy job for a cuthbert
omphaloscopy: the word we didn’t know we needed for contemplation of the navel
elengenesse: making loneliness sound French and therefore kinda sophisticated and cool, assuming cool currently means cool
flurrigigs: has the definition useless finery, which I find censorious and illogical - finery is not meant to be handy in a crisis - but as the word’s a joy to say I shall use it in my own sweet way
vulpeculated: stolen from by a fox – my absolute favourite word of 2018, just because it exists.
Hooray! Wishing you a jocund if not blithesome holiday, chock full of festive words, and entirely free of vulpeculation.
“If the word doesn't exist, invent it; but first be sure it doesn't exist.” Charles Baudelaire.