Definition of "fuster"
fuster1
noun
plural fusters
Quotations
There were the Fusters, not to be confused with Fusters who wove fustians ; the Sadler's Fusters made the wooden frame for saddles, which used to be much more elaborate affairs than our modern saddles are.
1924, Proceedings and Reports of the Belfast Natural History and Philisophical society, page 65
fuster2
verb
third-person singular simple present fusters, present participle fustering, simple past and past participle fustered
Quotations
To fuss; to meddle or micromanage.
Quotations
She cannot leave the fustering, festering middle-class world she finds herself in, to embrace her love in 'pagan' intuitiveness; what prevents her is her Christian conscience, which makes her aware of a reality beyond the wanton vacuity of the young lovers, Varvara and Kudrjáš.
1982, John Tyrrell, Leos Janácek: Kát'a Kabanová, page 71
To become marked with signs of age or decay.
Quotations
Up ahead, a bunch of first years – they were from Nine Mile House — feigned to shove another of their party from the bank and down into the shallow burn water below: the flat brown boulders beneath the clear surface were fustered with brown silt laverings.
2013, Alan Warner, The Deadman's Pedal, page 17
(Ireland) To fumble; to work clumsily.
Quotations
Before the sun was at it's[sic] highest, I almost gave in (admitted) that the Jalap had me bet (beat), because there I was spending more time running like a redshank to the gripe and fustering (fumbling) with the galluses and my trousers, than at the mowing.
1987, Pat Nevin, Ireland, where Our Roots Go Deep, page 225
And the poor spailpin fanach running like the devil, his clothes tearing on briars and brambles, and his feet soaking and dirty water running out of his boots, and the three big buckos giving him every dirty look if he fustered or faltered, looks that'd sour milk or peel paint from walls.
1997, Dan Yashinsky, Ghostwise: A Book of Midnight Stories, page 82
If a bream or a perch or a pilchard or a bass revealed its iridescent stomach on the decks of my clipper-ship, whilst crewmen fustered and flapped below the wheelhouse with their buckets and tridents to parse the bycatch from the clustering glut of prawns we heaped onto ice, I would elevate the piscine interloper to my eye and watch it strive to communicate through the burden of air and without a tongue to maipulate language in an endearing or persuasive way.
2012, Kirk Marshall, The Signatory, page 100