May 3rd, 1789

Nicole, one of my only friends in the palace, has told me very dangerous things. If anyone but her and I had heard, she could be in very enormous trouble.
She told me that she wants to leave the palace, and pursue acting. This might not sound like much, but when someone passes the Gates of Gold, and enters the palace, they are here to stay, and will not leave. It is also scandalous for a woman to want to become a player, since it is forbidden for a woman to act. When plays are preformed for the court-not that I have been allowed to see them, but I have heard others talking about them- men play all of the female parts. If she did become an actor, she could be killed for breaking the law.
Even to leave the palace would be a trial. Once one enters the palace with the intent to live there, they do not leave. The Palace of Versailles is a cage cast in gold.

May 1st, 1789

May Day! Another feast, though not as splendid as Easter. I did not get a new dress, but wore the one that I received earlier. The Royalty and Courtiers all got new finery, and even some of the Queen’s maids, but of course the seamstresses did not have enough time to make us all new clothes.

April 17th, 1789

What never ceases to amaze me about the palace is that even when there is so much etiquette, regarding even the simplest things, such as who may hand the soap to the servant washing the King during his bath, there seems to be no care or worry about where a man may relieve himself. Today, as I was walking down one of the many hallways, I saw a man facing the corner. As I got nearer, I could hear the water hitting the marble floor!
No wonder there is always an awful stench about the palace.

April 14, 1789

Although the palace is still looking marvelous after the celebration, things are settling back down. The servants must wear work clothes again. No more fancy dresses until the next holy day or feast.

April 12, 1789

As I rose, all I thought about was the rising of the King and Queen. The rising was always something to look forward to, but this day was special. This day was Easter. I found my new gown draped over the end of my bed. During these huge celebrations, even the servants get new clothes. The dress was beautiful. It had a pale blue bell skirt, with a similarly pale yellow jacket, which would cascade down my back, ending in a short train. I wouldn’t be allowed to wear it yet, not until the feast. It would be bad Etiquette to wear a fancy dress during normal work. I shall do my best not to go mad waiting for tonight.
Later: The feast was fabulous. After fasting for what seemed like an eternity, it was wonderful to eat to my heart’s content. Marie Antoinette’s dress was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. Her skirts were huge, sticking out at least three feet on either side. This arrangement must have been heavy, but it made room for a whole host of flounces, ruffles, bows, and diamonds. And her hair. Her hair rose to monstrous heights above her forehead. It too was adorned with curls, diamonds, bows, fake birds, flowers, and whole strings of pearls. The Queen looked magnificent.

Well, here it comes.

I have decided to start a story blog! yay me! Posting may be irregular, but whatever. I haven't finished the story yet. Hopefully, this will give me some incentive.