Art by Lisa Falzon
I have been utterly fascinated with Marie Antoinette since my past life perhaps. She has a made at least one chapter in my world history (text) book a hue rosier and more interesting than ever. I secretly wished the French Revolution never had to happen (well, in the text book, anyway) because it meant (a) her tragic death, and (b) tragic death of imagination while my mind struggled with so many Boston Tea and all those parties in class. Such monotony which I would have to endure until the chapter of the hippies and the Flower Power revolution come up.
Why Marie Antoinette, to me, is the most darling historical personality is simple. There are significant parts of her life that echo a few of mine.
1. She loves flowers.
When Louis XVI gave her the Petit Trianon, she modeled its landscape after an Enligsh countryside, which is certainly not without greenery that crawls and bursts forth flowers. In close distance, Marie Antoinette kept a rose garden in le hemeau, her rustic retreat within the grounds of Versailles.
While I might not have my own cottage to retreat to – hell, I don’t even have one bit of semblance to an activity of retreat or rest or recreation – a same affection for flowers is certainly shared. I do my part by taking care of a few frangipani shrubs here in there. No roses for now, as I’ve heard they are quite meticulous darlings. I can only look after one meticulous thing in the time being. And those are macarons. But I really have every intention in my bones to keep and prune a rose garden as how I’ve imagined life would be all about when I was seven. Maybe, when I get my own house, or a cottage would be even finer; and when I’ve become mistress of the art of handling multiple meticulous things. For now, frangipanis would do and the occasional rose surprises from the Darling.
Notice how her bedroom in Versailles is quite rich with florals and pastels. I just love her eye for style. If I had the chance to re-model my room, it would most definitely be inspired by her chambers, embellished with flowers and laces…in a less ornate fashion, of course. No gold trimmings or thingamajigs!
2. She has charming quirks and loves coffee in the morning.
Finally, someone in history that I could really relate to! Contrary to what has been shown about her in popular culture or media, Marie Antoinette does not douse herself in confectionners sugar, champagne and pastries – particularly macarons! For one, macarons in the form which we know of today (a filling sandwiched between two shells) has not been introduced until the early 20th Century. Rather, Marie Antoinette didn’t really enjoy extravagant meals which are mostly associated with strict French decorum. She would rather take her coffee in the morning in bed and enjoy chocolates for dessert. She liked to add orange blossom water to her hot chocolate.
For some reason, I found this little habit (or indulgence) quite charming. I add a lot of rose water in my desserts and strawberry syrup in my coffee, too. Those little special details that make ordinary things blossom in to treats. I think, above anything else, what I love and share most about Marie Antoinette is how she made all the simple things in her life a celebration, how she made roses out of weeds.
Photo by Isobel Funk
3. She has been misunderstood.
Marie Antoinette must have been the primordial case of bad press and celebrity gossips. She was scrutinized for her lack of involvement in politics, and for her lavish lifestyle (i.e. 3 ft. high hairstyle, 300 new gowns a year, gambling and partying). But France was already bankrupt long before she was crowned queen.
She must have felt significantly trapped. At 14 years old, she was treated merely as a pawn by her mother who arranged her marriage to advance her own motives. Apart from completely giving up her life to move from Austria to France (she had to give up everything Austrian – even clothes – for French ones!), she lived most of her life trying to please people. Imagine being a queen in your teens! And she never did say, “Let them eat cake.” It might have been conjured by a French journalist, or a statement most likely made by Marie Therese – her mother.
But Marie Antoinette was really generous and was never hesitant about helping the poor, as noted in Madame Campan’s memoirs.
Well, I think, this is the part which delivers the strongest sting. If I had it my way, and didn’t have to please or take care of people, I would do things differently. Sometimes, it’s inevitable not to feel trapped in this waking up everyday to take the train and type away deadlines, while my mind wanders about in places that I only get to see in photographs or on things that my heart beats for like flowers, macarons and writing. Marie Antoinette, I get you. It’s hard.
But I do appreciate the fact that guillotines are hard to come by these days, and arranged marriages are really not my mother’s thing.
Although, she might not have rolled herself in macarons to stupor, it is only but righteous to make these Strawberry Rose darlings in her likeness – romantic and whimsical, with a hint of something special to turn the humble sugar in to an elegant pastry.