Dear Diary July 11th
Today was early rising. I braided Juliet's hair with that ribbon. She loves it so. Why she only takes it out for sleeping. Makes me want to buy myself a ribbon and flit around like a faerie with it. But that's silly and frowned upon. A woman of my status can't be doing silly girlish things.
The morning was very pleasant. I spun flax whilst Juliet read a play in Latin. I'm always amazed at how she can act. She raises her voice annoyingly high for stuck up heroines, while drops her voice as low as she can for a dreamy male knight. Only for characters she can relate to, she uses her normal voice for. In this play, she reads the main character, Olivia, as she normally speaks. Only does her voice drop a few notes for her brother Sebastian. It took her a while to figure out how to do the voices correctly for twins, but she succeeded.
As Juliet read, I thought longingly of what I was creating. I can't wait to see how this fabric turns out. I don't think it will be quite ready for her birthday, but perhaps for her wedding. Oh how that would be, if I were to spin and weave the material for Juliet's dress! Seeing her wear it would bring tears to my eyes! Of course my eyes would be like waterfalls anyway to see my Juliet wed. Oh 'tis my dearest dream. The day can hardly come fast enough, yet I fear her marriage will bring the end of her needing her dear old nurse. Maybe she'll be a mother and I'll be her child's nurse. Wouldn't that be gay? Oh how the mind seems to wander…
