"Don't you sass me, young lady." Words spoken by my mother with a clipped annoyance whenever I felt the need to express myself in a dynamic manner. It was rare, since I wasn't a particular petulant or demanding child. The fact is, I was quite good natured & compliant, rarely raising her ire. These exchanges between she & I were uncommon. Come to think of it, they weren't exchanges at all, but a one-sided application of humility. She to me.
Sassy. Merriam tells me that it means: impudent; vigorous & lively; distinctively smart & stylish. I raised two sons & one daughter. My boys were sassy in the vigorous context; my daughter the impudent one. In both case they were just darn smart, often exercising their particular brand of sassiness to outsmart me. It rarely worked, just as mine didn't with my own mother.
In truth, when I claimed my pen name of Sassy Granny, it was with Savvy Granny in mind. There's a huge gap in meaning between the two, savvy meaning practical know-how. Try as I might, savvy was all used up in the various iterations I coveted: Savvy Granny, Savvy Sister, Savvy Sayings, Savvy Scenes, etc.? My heart was set. But alas, it was not meant to be.
Like so many sites will do, alternatives were offered: Savvy Granny1234, or Saving Scenes, for instance. I gagged. Yet one had possibilities: sassy. I plugged my nose and quickly grabbed it. Besides, there's something about being a granny with sass that is somewhat appealing (think Maxine).
In hindsight, sassy suits me better anyway. While I'm typically quite practical, I am far more often impudent. Sometimes I just HAVE to make my point with a stylish twist. It's in that context that mother's glare made itself known. And it's in that context that I'm still digesting doses of humble pie today.
So sassy it is; and, depending on the subject matter (as I'm sure you've noticed here over the past 4 years), you can be sure it'll be either impudent or distinctive, or sometimes even savvy.
A Sassy Granny in training.