I was watching The Philadelphia Story (1940) with Katharine Hepburn as Tracy Lord who, describing a boat she and her ex owned (C.K. Dexter Haven played by Cary Grant) called the True Love says, “My, she was yar.” I always loved that scene, Hepburn at the pool in a chic one-piece and white bathing cap swanning off a rich girl’s diving board.
Yare, or yar, an adjective pronounced like yard minus the d, is a nautical term meaning, responding promptly to the helm…softy held, easily manageable.
You see how it can also describe a beauty like Hepburn when later in the film she tells her ex she’s about to remarry: Oh Dexter, I’ll be yar now. I promise to be yar.
He says: Be whatever you like, you’re my redhead. sigh…kinda makes you want to go out and henna your hair, doesn’t it?
When used in that way, it sifts through so many sister words…silky and polished, refined and poised, clean, lustrous and shining. Neat and tidy, immaculate and dignified, dashing, debonair and sleek.
Elegant in body, smooth to the touch.
It’s a word, unless you’re a sailor or movie aficionado, you’d never come across, but what a treat if you happen to.
I want to be yar – easy to handle, elegant in body, smooth to the touch.