What’s in My Bag… but it’s 1780 | ASMR (english & french, soft spoken)

Why don't you take a seat at the table Dear,

the carriage will not be here for a while,

so we have quite the time for a drink.

Champagne?

There.

Well,

what do you think of this invitation we received?

I don't know wether I should feel excited

or rather annoyed.

Of course there will be a few

new interesting people but

this is Lady Harrington's tea party after all

so we are to expect

a lot of window dressing as well I'm afraid.

And I'm not talking about decoration.

Good heavens, is this your purse?

You're not going with that, are you?

It looks like you've picked it up straight

from Madame de Bruges' closet

and that is saying a lot.

What do you have in there?

Oh dear that won't do.

Where on earth did you hear

that you must carry a wine cup with you?

Of course.

But if he could Monsieur Honoré would carry

an entire barrel with him.

This is where the habit
of adorning your face leads you.

(old french expression meaning "to get drunk")

Now let me show you my purse

and what's inside.

And take a leaf out my book,

It will do you good.

Isn't it exquisite?

Madame Catherine made it

according to my tastes.

Look at these details...

First there is this beautiful silver frame,

with flowers on each side,

and two cherubs at the top.

There's a tiny wreath.

And look at this brooch.

Gorgeous isn't it?

Shiny as a star.

Of course, green velvet.

Green is definitely my color.

And at the bottom:

pure jet beads.

These would shine even in the dark.

And on each side:

little silk knots and a silk button.

Ravishing detail...

Something even the queen

would not think about.

Of course your purse must not be too big

or too small.

This is the perfect size.

And inside...

It is lined with this beautiful

navy blue silk.

And we still have these ravishing little knots.

You see, it's beautiful even inside.

This is how it should be.

And first, we find

a fan.

My favorite one, made of fine wood

lace,

and nacre.

A true work of art.

And of course, this is shiny.

You don't want to go unnoticed, do you?

Look at these details.

There are silver and golden threads.

And at the back,

the wood is simply painted in black.

I always carry a black fan with me,

because it goes everything on any occasion.

Fan language?

Oh Dear, we perfectly know this is a joke.

We already have so much trouble

understanding each other,

so why would we bother adding a new code

that would be everything but clear?

Can you imagine a second?

A salon full of ladies sending messages

by waving their fan in every direction.

And on the other side

a bevy of gentlemen not knowing

which message was meant for them?

This is quite a horrifying vision.

But of course you can interpret a few demeanours

by observing how certain women

play with their fan.

For example,

if you see the Duchesse du Marais

waving it very quickly in front of her face,

blushing,

you can bet she has just met her heart's desire.

Or that she went too close to the fireplace

and can't stand the heat anymore.

What else...

A bit of money.

You never know when you may need some.

So what do I have here...

A few coins.

These have seen many pockets already.

One sou, and 2 half a sou.

This one is pretty actually,

I might keep it.

And...

Yes, a few banknotes.

1, 2, 3.

5 pounds, 5 pounds.

And this one is a bit more...

"Paper money, 3 sous, to be exchanged

for 5 pounds banknotes"

Alright.

Keep this one for you,

and go to Madame Catherine for me,

you will need it.

What do I have next...

Rouge of course.

My maid makes it for me

and she knows exactly what shade I need.

She always chooses the most delightful

boxes to put it in.

Nacre again.

Lovely isn't it?

Look at this shade...

And, of course,

I always carry a handkerchief with me.

It can be very useful if you ever need to

drop it on the floor

so someone can pick it up for you.

The prettiest the better.

This one is delicately embellished

with the finest laces.

French lace of course.

And

look at these embroideries...

Flowers.

It's very soft.

And of course,

I put a bit of perfume on it.

It is essential

especially if you want to save your nose

from an unwelcome smell.

And you might need to,

Madame de Bruges will be here today.

It will be even better

with a bit of rouge on it.

Is it..?

No.

Let's fold it again.

Perfect.

This is how you want it to be.

And...

Oh, this is getting interesting.

Today's correspondence.

And only mine this time.

I haven't had the occasion

to read it yet.

There's a letter from lady Ashwood.

Just give me a minute.

(french unintelligible whispers).

How saucy.

So it looks like Madame Saint Ange

finally let the cat go to the cheese.

(old french expression meaning
"give in to somebody's advances")

I'll keep the rest for later.

A letter from the Baron.

Too late.

"Leave your place, and you loose it".

What's next...

Oh, my glasses.

My eyesight is not what it used to be anymore.

So I always carry my spectacles with me.

Look at these:

made of silver,

with a beautiful glass stone at the middle.

Green of course.

Sometimes I also use them at the Opera.

But the best scenes are not always on stage,

are they?

And look how it matches

my favorite ring.

Think about it.

And finally...

A small piece of needlework.

Of course I didn't do it myself.

Can you imagine, me embroidering

in front of the fireplace?

But in ladies society,

it can be very useful to pretend

you're focusing on a craft,

and let your ears wander here and there.

You can learn many things.

My maid made it for me,

obviously she's better at making rouge

than at embroidering, isn't she?

So she made this little white flower.

And green leaves...

One, two, and three.

So right now I'm just pretending

I'm finishing this one here.

What it should be at the end,

I have no idea.

Is there anything left..?

Oh, you might recognize this.

It is supposed to be you actually.

I always carry it with me

so I can remember the good times

we had together.

A tower,

proud and loyal,

just like you.

Oh the carriage is here at last.

Take your bag Dear,

or any other name you'd give to that thing.

We are awaited.

Who knows...

We might meet very useful people tonight.

If we behave properly.

And be careful,

the first impression could be the right one.