Fastes de Court exhibition fun

Okay, so I'm kind of late reporting on this, but last year there was an exhibition at Versailles of court costume from 1650-1800. I was prevented from going, but I hear from those who did that it was wonderful. The website for the exhibition is still up, and if you click here it will take you to a page where you can upload a photo of yourself and create a potrait of your eighteenth-century alter ego. Be sure to check out the other pages on the website for more fun and information. Enjoy!

January 20, 1780

I attempted to go riding outside of Paris today with a party, only to be reminded of another one of the reasons to miss my dear Auvergne. The countryside around the city only appears to be the country, but I find that it lacks a true sense of tranquility. Perhaps it was merely the company.

After the ride I was able to accompany Comtesse de R- home to visit my puppy. She is simply adorable and I am very eager to take her home, but must wait until she is weaned, which should be in a week or so. It seems a long time until then, but I will be as patient as I can be.

Mme le S-B and I have settled on the servants to be retained and which furniture will be sent back. The process of packing up the household has begun, but I have signed papers to continue posession of Sully until August, at which point I will have decided whether I will be returning for the season or not.

That is too far ahead to consider for the present, and at the moment I am too tired and my eyes hurt me so I will retire for the evening.

Olympe, Comtesse

January 17, 1780

My little masquerade was a terrific success! The food was delicious, the music enchanting, and the guests stayed until four in the morning, at which point Thierry and I crept exhausted to bed. Nearly everyone I had invited was there, and T- was as charming as I have ever seen him be, which to my great delight meant that he was well-received. Of course the ruse of the masque was such that no one was quite certain who he was, except for our very closest friends. A little mystery would seem to add excitement to the party.

Mme B-H- was the first to arrive, without her husband, and yet the last to leave; and despite a terrible cold the Marquise de C-A- attended, the Marquis arriving somewhat later in his own carriage (one wonders where he arrived from). Even Mme C- was there, having very recently given birth to her second son. She asserted very drunkenly at one point that it was the very last child she intended to provide for her husband, so I expect she will be leaving Paris for the company of her lover in Provence shortly. The widowed Duchess M- attended, and rumor has it that her lawyers may yet succeed in securing for her all of her late husband's estates, despite his natural son's claim.

The air was thick with gossip and laughter, and everyone seems to have had a very pleasant evening. I was very worried at first, but soon relaxed when the wine and the conversation began to flow. Comtesse de R- was not in attendance, which saddened me as I had wanted to inquire after the health of my puppy. I await word from her soon on the subject.

Today has been very relaxed, and we have done little while the servants recover Sully. Tomorrow I must settle with some merchants, and begin preparations for our departure.

Olympe, Comtesse

And I quote...

"Le bailli vendage, le prevot grappe, le procureur prend, le sergent happe, le seigneur n'a rien, s'il ne leur echappe."

(The sheriff picks, the judge grinds, the prosecutor takes, the constable snatches, and the lord has nothing, if he escapes them not.)

- Jacques Pineaux, Proverbes et Dictons Francais

The Countess' New Clothes- Blue corset in progress

Peacock blue brocade corset in progress

January 11, 1780

I am almost convinced that I will never gamble again, if not for the certain knowledge that I cannot hold to that. I have lost considerably tonight at R's, and he was kind enough to include T- in the invitation, which gives me great hope that we will not be entirely outcast when our marriage is announced.

The staymaker is coming tomorrow to fit me for a new pair of stays, since I have found no one outside of Paris that I trust to make them fit properly. Once they are done, as well as my last wig and my new travel outfit I will order nothing more.

To my great comfort, but little surprise, Pauline is not at all distressed to be leaving her new husband, Robert, behind. She will, with some apparent trepidation, be returning to her mother when we reach Saint Saturnin, where I believe she will be well cared for; she and her child.

Planning for the masquerade continue apace, but I have been disappointed in the number of guests who have responded positively so far; I had hoped for so many more, but perhaps they will respond tomorrow.

Olympe, Comtesse

January 8, 1780

I am having difficulty remembering that the 1770's are over, and continue to write '1779' instead of '1780' on all of my correspondance. Mostly this consists of letters to Maman, Christine, and my steward, but also some orders to various marchandes. Today I started with letters in the morning, and sent Marianne to assist with the preparations for the masquerade. Pauline then accompanied me to pick up some shoes I had ordered, as well as a shirt for Thierry, new stockings, and we checked on my new travel outfit, which is coming along nicely; or so they assure me.

I am counseled by Msr. Poisson that there is no need to respond to the King's offer until the court returns from their annual trip to Fountainbleu. If I have a good reason for returning to Auvergne, like a visit to my mother in Riom, then I can return to Versailles after the King does and make my decision then. There is the thought that a quick, secret marriage would forestall any objection, but I fear the reaction that might provoke.

T- and I have dined simply, much as we did in Auvergne which I begin to miss. I am now looking forward to Chateaugay and the peace of home; even as I once did the delights of Paris. This trip has been something of a disappointment, yet undeniably enjoyable as well. Tonight I plan to read, spend time with T-, embroider the pair of pockets that I never seem to finish, and make plans for which items to take back with me and which to leave here.

Tomorrow I will meet with Mme le Sang-Boeuf about all of the arrangements. I have decided that for her own good I will take Pauline back with me, and I will leave her husband here since I really do not need another footman at any of my residences in Auvergne. I hope this is not a cruelty, and I will pay special attention to her feelings when I inform her of my plans tomorrow.

Olympe, Comtesse