Have you had a chance to come over to my Facebook event page and check out the fashions being posted daily? If not, GO! This has been so much fun. The ladies have found some amazing Edwardian gowns that will make you drool! My Pinterest page has filled out nicely. 😉
And if you post on Facebook, please remember to come here and log your links–each one gets you an entry into the contest!
The winner will receive this lovely stack o’ books.
While we were in the doctor’s office on Friday, we were musing about the biohazard symbol…and wondering what it meant and how it came to be chosen. So thanks to the wonders of smart phones, my hubby looked it up. 😉
I’m just going to quote directly from the source on this one.
“We wanted something that was memorable but meaningless, so we could educate people as to what it means.” In an article in Science
in 1967, the symbol was presented as the new standard for all
biological hazards (“biohazards”). The article explained that over 40
symbols were drawn up by Dow artists, and all of the symbols
investigated had to meet a number of criteria: “(i) striking in form in
order to draw immediate attention; (ii) unique and unambiguous, in order
not to be confused with symbols used for other purposes; (iii) quickly
recognizable and easily recalled; (iv) easily stenciled; (v)
symmetrical, in order to appear identical from all angles of approach;
and (vi) acceptable to groups of varying ethnic backgrounds.” The chosen
scored the best on nationwide testing for memorability.
Interesting, eh?
I’m fond of this one, LOL. Basically a drawing of a shout, it’s just a warning or hazard sign–a rather generic one, used in Europe when a specific hazard doesn’t fit. So you might see it on a road, for instance. Though apparently some places insist on a description sign posted under it so people know what they’re to be exclaiming about.
And finally…
The skull and crossbones is a rather universal symbol for poisonous material. But because it’s also on the Jolly Roger…and because playing pirates has become so much fun…in the U.S. the good ol’ skull is often replaced with Mr. Yuk, because they’re afraid the above will actually encourage children to play with it. Go figure!
And sheesh, what a bleak post, LOL. But hopefully as interesting to you as it was for me! Now go out and have a hazard-free day. 😉
Reality and our minds’ eyes very rarely agree. Depending on the type of person we are–and the situation–we tend to see things in extremes. As either terrible or grand, though it’s really somewhere in between.
Right now we’re doing some remodeling of our old house. And as I fill trash bags with all the stuff I didn’t want to take with us when we moved, I see that old house as something like this:
Which is ironic, because in my brain, my house should look something like this:
But as I grumble and pack and strip wallpaper and scrub and carry boxes until my back screams at me, I can hear that whisper in the deep places of my heart. The one that says:
And I am shamed. And I have to pause and thank Him for providing. For always making sure what I have is sufficient. For the luxury I live in as an American. And I need to learn that what I make of those blessings is up to me. It’s mine to say no when someone offers what I don’t need, what will only clutter things up. It’s mine to say thanks for what I have. It’s mine to take care of it all and be a responsible steward.
I load all those boxes and bags into the back of our old clunker minivan that we bought for a song last year. And you know, sometimes I’m almost embarrassed to be seen in that thing. It’s not sleek and stylish. It’s not filled with cool features or storage compartments or the latest technology. It literally clunks every time we go around a turn. I often look at that old thing and see this:
when what I want to be driving is this:
Masnion photo credit: Werner Kunz via photopin cc
Rusted car photo credit: GOC53 via photopin cc
I have less than a month until The Lost Heiress must be turned into my editor at Bethany House. And though I’m distracted with moving, I’m also excited. Especially as my hubby reads the manuscript and says lovely things like “When did you get so good at nuance?” and “You really pulled off making her seem French this time around.” and “You know, the crazy thing is that I don’t feel like I’ve read this before.” (even though he’s read about three different versions of it. Ahh… 😉
So as I work on my final round of pre-turning-it-in edits, giving extraordinary amounts of attention to every…single…line, I find myself occasionally going back to my Pinterest board for the book for a little inspiration.
And I realize I don’t have nearly enough fabulous fashion pictured there. 😉 I mean, there are quite a few…but not enough. Never enough!
Hence the challenge. You need a distraction, right? Well here you go. Spend a few minutes looking up Edwardian fashion for me, and you could win books, books, and more books!
Here’s how it works.
1.) Search for Edwardian gowns/dresses, between 1910 and 1913
2.) Go the Facebook events page (click here) and post your link
3.) Enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for a chance to win a stack o’ books!
What books, you ask? Fabulous question. See, as I was stacking my oh-so-beautiful shelves on Monday…
…I discovered that I somehow ended up with duplicates of quite a few amazing books. So rather than take up precious space on my shelves, I’m giving away the lot! There will be ONE WINNER (because I can barely get one box into the mail, much less 8) of this lot, which includes:
So get searching, have fun, share (you can do this once a day!) for the next week, and maybe you’ll win!
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| A place at which I love to hang out… Seascape by William Trost Richards, 1901 |
I looked this word up the other day to make sure “get the hang of it” would be an appropriate phrase to use in a book set in 1911–and discovered that there are a plethora of hang uses with surprising elements!
The one in question dates from 1834–and was a primarily American use of the word for a great many years.
But it was the verb usages that surprised me. The “teen slang” sense of hang that means “spend time” dates from 1951–which is about what I’d expect. But did you know that hang out is from 1811?? I had no idea it was so old! And hang around, meaning “idle, loiter,” is from 1830. Another one that was way older than I thought!
Roseanna M. White is a bestselling, Christy Award winning author who has long claimed that words are the air she breathes. Having successfully launched two homeschool grads, she now spends her time writing fiction, designing book covers, and pretending her house will clean itself. Roseanna is the author of a slew of historical novels that span several continents and thousands of years, as well as a fantasy series and contemporary mysteries and romances. Spies and war and mayhem always seem to find their way into her books…to offset her real life, which is blessedly ordinary.