I have been blogging for years and years now.
Well maybe just "years". Two, to be exact.
And over those years, I have learned a great many things from my whip-smart readers. I've learned about countless recipes and craft ideas, not to mention books and music and general Must Know info.
Once, I had a reader graciously alert me to my butchering of "gesundheit" (pretty sure my first try included a "z" somewhere...). The thing is, I hate to be wrong, so I appreciate being steered in the right direction. Ya'lls help me save face. And sometimes, let's be honest, this face needs savin'.
I use it with reckless abandon even though I am not, nor have I ever been, Southern.
I mean, Southern Ohio, sure. But I hear that doesn't really count.
Way back in the beginning, I would randomly mix my "ya'll" with my "y'all" until a reader informed me that the correct spelling is, in fact, "y'all". I will be honest, I did not know this. It makes perfect sense, but it was not something I had ever stopped to consider.
So I vetted it with my sole Southern friend at that time, and he said something to the effect of, "It's back-woods slang. Can there really be a correct spelling of back-woods slang?" Well, I just loved his point.
The Shannan I know best would usually jump on the "right" spelling of just about anything, but maybe the barometric pressure was especially high that day or maybe I was over salsa-ed. I don't know. All I do know is that I decided right then and there to forge my own path and own my improper spelling. It felt like the right thing to do. Since then, I've taken liberties with ya'lls, yall'uns, etc... (If you have any other ideas, you know where to find me.)
And so, it is in highlighting the fact that I am a rascally fraud that I honor my Southern amigos.
Y'alluns buy that, right?
*This post was brought to you by my Southern friends who I had the infinite pleasure of spending time with whilst breezing through North Carolina.