These terms are both linked to Scarlet O'Hara.
When a woman is wearing a fabric bell tied around her waist, any walking event becomes a sashay, as the bell sweeps gently side to side from the movement.
A lovely thing.
But when Scarlat was hyped up, she tended to flounce, most preciously in the barbeque scene in the white dress with the tiered skirt, perfect for flouncing around. You march over to a chair and throw yourself in with a perfect pout on your lips and a little frown in your forehead and as you drop in exhaustion of the sheer weight of it all...your skirt poufs up and falls about you, guaranteeing a call to attention of all nearby. Who then immediately are charged with coming to see what all the fuss is about.

When one flounces too much, one is a floozy, a descriptor taken from flappers dresses which were designed to flounce wildly whether in a fit of pique of not.
Flouncing about is also something little girls do at church in their Sunday dresses and gays do at raves in their Saturday finest.
Flouncing is an equal opportunity endeavor and should be encouraged, because false drama is certainly better than no drama at all.



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I can flounce around with the best of them being the youngest child of 5 sibs. I was dressed like a doll in flounce-equipped dresses and patent leather shoes and actually encouraged to "twirl" for them to show off my lacy underpants.
This was in a pre-pedophili-phobic world, so don't encourage this behavior today.
But at any Debutante situation, the proof is there that the skill is still being handed down.
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I was weaned on it.
GWTW and My Fair Lady probably still the movies with the best costumes ever, especially for flouncing.
WOOF
I got a different message from the look in the last photograph; it seems a “come hither” look, but in a dominatrix sort of way…
oh, and as an aside:
Horses sweat.
Men perspire.
Women glow.
Now that people travel by car, one might offer to refill their Big Gulp...
It's entirely possible Cleopatra was the first famous flouncer, right up there with Scaahlet. But in huts and mansions, Jewish girls (and their mothers for that matter) have been flouncing for millenia, literally turning it into an art form.
May I have an iced tea, please? The house wine of the South.
But I gotta say, there's something about them southern girls.
Nice post Miss "E".
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