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  • September13th

    I have a confession. I’m in a torrid love affair with Wikipedia. I am. (ok maybe not torrid) It’s my like my magic 8 ball. I close my eyes, ask my question, and within seconds the answer is revealed to me on the screen. It’s a wonderful relationship that me and this magic wiki have going.

    One of the things I love doing most is exploring things you wouldn’t necessarily think to ask the magic wiki. Say …. emotions, human actions, characteristics, etc. Follow along with me on this one: This weekend I was called out to be flirting by a friend of mine after our waiter took our drink order.  Granted he was easy on the eyes, but I was by no means flirting – as I knew the act to be. She disagreed. I tried to proclaim her a flirt and state that everyone flirts, and well, needless to say I was quickly losing my argument. I gave up the fight and accepted the added title of text book flirt. Needless to say, the instance got me thinking ….. What exactly is this thing we call flirting? Am I a text book flirt as my friend had so pointedly proclaimed? The search was on…

    Of course the first step was to Bing it. No such luck there as it directed me to AskMen.com’s Top 10 Signs She’s Flirting With You. Don’t get me wrong, I guess I do flirt quite often and with a lot of people – always within the realms of respect and 93.75% of the time quite innocently. I mean, I even flirt with myself! *Don’t act like you haven’t thrown out a Hey Gorgeous when you’ve seen your reflection on a good day, too. HOWEVER, according to said Top 10 Signs list, I’m guilty of shamelessly flirting with my hard-of-hearing librarian at the local county branch. Umm, no bueno. Obviously I was not finding what I was in search of here what so ever.

    Enter the magic wiki. I found a wide array of information on the topic of flirting. More than just the meaning or signs, I’m talking history of the word, cultural impacts, the whole she-bang. Here’s a few pertinent points from my search for you to ponder:

    Flirting is a playful, romantic or sexual overture by one person to another subtly indicating an interest in a deeper relationship with the other person, and can involve verbal communication as well as body language.

    Flirting usually involves speaking and behaving in a way that suggests a mildly greater intimacy than the actual relationship between the parties would justify, though within the rules of socialetiquette, which generally disapproves of a direct expression of sexual interest. This may be accomplished by communicating a sense of playfulness or irony.

    According to Kate Fox, there are two main types of flirting: flirting for fun and flirting with intent. Flirting for fun can take place between friends, co-workers, or total strangers that wish to get to know each other. This type of flirting does not intend to lead to sexual intercourse or romantic relationship, but increases the bonds between two people. Flirting with intent plays a role in the mate-selection process. The person flirting will send out signals of sexual availability to another, and expects to see the interest returned in order to continue flirting.  

    Etymology The origin of the word flirt is obscure. The Oxford English Dictionary (first edition) associates it with such onomatopoeic words as flit and flick, emphasizing a lack of seriousness; on the other hand, it has been attributed to the old French conter fleurette, which means “to (try to)seduce” by the dropping of flower petals, that is, “to speak sweet nothings”. 

    Cultural Aspects Flirting varies a great deal from culture to culture. For example, for many western cultures one very common flirting strategy includes eye contact. In these cultures, it is said that a look can say a million words. It includes what is referred to as peacocking where a man wears attention grabbing and fancy clothes to attract women. However, eye contact can have a very different meaning in some Asian countries. Men, however, may stare at Western women in such countries who might get in trouble if returning the glance. This act may mean that she is sexually interested instead of just flirting. Furthermore, Chinese and Japanese women are not expected to initiate eye contact which would be considered rude and disrespectful.

    Well now, according to that description (there’s more here), we’ve all got a bit of the flirt in us, eh? The whole world’s a flirt! And why the hell shouldn’t it be?! As long is the majority is innocent and harmless and all respectable boundaries are acknowledged & followed, I simply don’t see why not. I rest my case. Done.

    Whew! Thank you, magic wiki, for coming to my rescue yet again.  Although your Further Reading for Flirting is Rich Ferguson’s Tricks to Pick Up Chicks: Magic Tricks, Lines, Bets, Scams & Psychology, I won’t hold that against you. I’m filing a change request immediately after I hit publish on this post.

    So now I guess the only question left is …. have you flirted with anyone today?

    (and if you just shook your head No … are you sure about that?)

    Don’t forget ….. * good things happen on tuesdays * ….. happy flirting.

    photos & info: magic wiki
  • September12th

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    Don’t you agree?

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    When you need a little more than a smile or a cup of tea to get your week in motion, the Sassy Starter will be here every Monday to get your wheels turnin’ in a classy – sassy – fabulous sort of way.

  • March22nd

    Scheherazade. The story of the Storyteller. The tale of a Persian Queen. The saga of 1,001 nights. Have you heard the famed tale of the woman by the name of Scheherazade? Here’s a brief summary..

    Legend goes that the Persian King, Shahryar, would wed a new virgin every day, while every morning having the previous day’s wife beheaded. (He was doing this in spite of his first wife who was caught cheating on him.) One day the vizier’s daughter, Scheherazade, volunteered to be the King’s next wife. Unbeknownst to the King, Scheherazade had studied the books in the libraries and was well versed in many different subjects and stories left by Kings passed. On the first night they were together, Scheherazade began telling the King one such story, yet did not finish it due to dawn’s arrival. Because the King was so interested and wanted to hear the end of her story he spared her life. The next night Scheherazade completed her first story and began a second one. Again she did not finish, leaving the King curious, and her life to be sparred for one more day. This went on for 1,001 nights. On the last night Scheherazade told the King she had no more stories to tell him. The King, having fallen in love and trust with Scheherazade by this time, did not send her to be beheaded and instead lived out the rest of his life with his new Queen. Queen Scheherazade.

    [photo: wiki-commons]

    Interesting, no? The story of how a woman saved her life day by day simply by telling her stories. By using her allure – her wit – her knowledge – her creativity – her feminine wiles.

    I love the story of Scheherazade – for many different reasons – but mainly because I, too, am a storyteller. Always have been …. and the chances are pretty solid I always will be. Doesn’t really matter what type of story –  Fictional – Factual – Fable – you name it – I have told and do tell them all when prompted. Granted, I’ve never had to tell my stories to save my life, but it must be said they’ve gotten me out of a pickle or two along the way.

    There’s just something about stories, any kind of stories, that reaches out and pulls me in. It’s all so absolutely, fanatically fascinating. I often catch myself saying “Tell me a story.” when there seems to be nothing left to say in conversation.

    I simply believe every thing has a story (or two) to share, accompanied by the desire to share it. It’s a part of nature. And so you see, we’re all a fashion of Scheherazade in some form. We’re all linked by some thread – even if tiny – to the Persian Queen. She’s a part of us…..as most storytellers often are.

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    For more information visit Wikipedia entries: Scheherazade & One Thousand and One Nights

  • March2nd

    With an eclectic taste and appreciation for music comes a strong tie to the classics. And I’m a firm believer that every Sassy Steel Magnolia should be knowledgeable to some degree in the classics. And that’s why, for today’s Music Snack, I’m sending out one of the best – yet often over looked – classic songs ever written.

    First recorded in 1952 by Sue Thompson, this song has been covered by some of the greatest artists of all time – Bing Crosby, Patsy Cline, Dean Martin, Bob Dylan, the list goes on and on. That’s the great thing about classic songs, you can always take them and reinvent them time again, which also helps a whole new generation awaken themselves to a song they might not have otherwise taken the time to seek out.

    And so on this Music Snack Wednesday, take a few minutes to sit back, relax and enjoy this updated, Tori Amos, version of the song I love so dearly:

    You Belong to Me

    (If you have trouble viewing this video, please click here.)

    The Patsy Cline version was the first one I’d ever heard, but I love Tori’s version as well.

    { have a luxurious day, lovies }

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    The Music Snack comes out every Wednesday to put a little rhythm in your week. Requests are always welcome, so don’t be shy!

     

  • March1st

    Last week a friend mentioned how she’d never seen my room and how she wondered what it looked like – how it was decorated – what filled my four walls. It wasn’t the first time I’ve heard that sort of statement. I get it more often than not, actually.

    For starters, it’s quite cluttered to be honest. I rent a room in a 3 bedroom duplex where I’ve lived for the past 3 1/2 years. It’s not that I’m a pack rat (ok maybe a little, but that’s what storage units are for) or a hoarder, but more so I have crammed both my bedroom, future library / writing / inspiration room, a few items of a living room, hidden dish wares for a kitchen, and a couple of other odds n ends and such, all in my own mid-sized, rented room. Sounds odd, right? Right. Well, it works.

    But that’s actually reason #2 not a lot of people have seen my bedroom. Reason #1 is because it’s MY room. MY world. It’s private. If I have people over to the house, I prefer to keep them in common areas, i.e. the kitchen, living room, dining room, etc. I never open my whole house up to large groups, or even a small dinner party. I like to keep that part to myself. If I visit someone’s house, I dare not ask to see their bedroom unless I know them quite well. It’s a privacy thing. Almost like asking to see in someone’s secret drawer.

    However, because my friend brought up a very valid point – that our bedrooms are a reflection of ourselves – I have decided to share a few snapshots of things that compose what it is that I call my world. These are the items I see each and every day, what I wake up too, and what I lay my head down to sleep too. So sit back and enjoy a sneak peek into my world.

    *Please keep in mind about the whole multiple room pieces jammed into one room situation. I probably should hold off on actually building my future build-a-home till I have more than one room for storage and display. C’est la vie!

    Believe it or not, this is only a portion of my book collection.

    Knick-knacks are everywhere around my room. They all have a wonderful, symbolic meaning and I smile every time I look around. I also love love love having fresh flowers in my room – this week it’s my favorite flower: Daffodiles! (I got them at Harris Teeter for $2.99 a bundle. Sweet life!)

    I keep most of my jewelry out for display because I seem to collect it like art. (well that and it’s easy for me to grab what I need if running out the door) Most people are surprised to discover I rarely ever pay more than $20 for a piece of jewelry. I have a super top-secret spot where I find all my vintage faves! ;)

    These are a few of my favorite things…. starting from top left:

    • my blue velvet recliner that belonged to my Dad

    • the one of a kind painting Auntie gave me for my college graduation

    • the Rand McNally Old World Map I saved from a trash bin at work – waiting to be framed

    • the first quilt – other than a t-shirt quilt – my Sista Sista ever made

    • a mini-photo collage of my two favorite people :-)

    So there you have it – a little slice of my world. right there on your computer screen. I hope you enjoyed the sneak peek and that it helps paint a clearer picture of who I am. Maybe when I do move into a bigger place and can spread my stuff out a bit more, I’ll post a few more snap shots for you. Thanks for visiting! xox