We Found Love at Rosemont

Stay positive and happy. Work hard and don’t give up hope. Be open to criticism and keep learning. Surround yourself with happy, warm and genuine people.

—Tena Desae

Yeah, so I’m pretty sure we took the titles Lord and Lady of the Manor to a whole other level for our anniversary/my birthday getaway, but could there have been a greater display of wealth and splendor?¿—and no—I do not mean the opulent staircase, Grand Portico, or majestic grounds of the Historic Rosemont Manor. No, while all of the latter is surely breathtaking, I am speaking of the hearts that move about the manor, center stage and behind the scenes—those who host the elegant tea parties, tend to the stately grounds, prepare and serve the delectable breakfast dishes, maintain the cleanliness of such an immaculate estate—and even those with fur and glowing eyes that scare the heebie-jeebies out of you in the midnight hours as you travel through the gate after a charming dinner in Old Town Winchester. Yes, I am speaking of the hearts we embraced which beat like Sioux feet, and embraced us back with love and that “oh my goodness, Sister Sue is the plug” for homemade jam! Yes, my loves, four months and some change later Frank and I are in still in love with Rosemont.

You know us—we live for love, and we love how we love. You are well aware by now that our art separately and combined is always our highest expression of our love—so even on our anniversary we loved so hard and made the most of our time. Some days this can be a challenge, but the Rosemont tribe ensured that we could make the most of the one day we had to spare in our busy bee day-to-day. I mean seriously mis Andestagōnwa I got a chance to twirl like a madwoman about one of the grandest porticoes western Virginia has to offer—literally, until I was dizzy—without as much as an awkward side eye. You know you have had an undeniably ravishing time when you leave a place and your only “regret” is not taking your beautiful hostesses up on the invitation to slide across the luxuriously kept hardwood floors…in your socks.

Of course, you will find millions and millions of places all around the globe that would make for wonderful wedding venues, tea parties, one-night stays, and humble vacation getaways, but when you find a place that comes jam-packed with good energy and good people who simply love to love, and enjoy being good company just as much as they enjoy having good company—you cherish them—you hold those places near and dear to your heart. You remember them, do your best not to forget them—and you show them off, because you desire the world to see that it does not take cookie cutter people, yes men or people who you have known for years and years, or those who you are sure share your every belief, viewpoint, favorite dish, opinion or taste in fashion per se. No, it only takes people who are willing to love just as much as you are willing to give this world a blossoming future. Rosemont blossoms. Spring has sprung, Summer has budded and despite Autumn swiftly approaching, we can be certain Rosemont is still buzzing and will still be buzzing with love come Winter snowfall.

So, where will you be having your next spot of tea my loves? Where will you unwind in your next luxurious bubble bath? Where will you tie the love knot, if not in and around love?…

My Favorite Spot: Eh, everywhere was divine! but definitely the Grand Portico for its sublime views, the Einstein Room for its quietly complex Einsteiness, and the Kennedy Suite—I simply adored the painting of Lady Kennedy! ^_^ #sayidorosemont. Continue reading “We Found Love at Rosemont”

The Fool In Me - LoveTrips ™ the BLOG - Egypt English

The Fool in Me

If my life is my message…what kind of message am I sending?

Tarot Teachings


I do love myself—enough to fear nothing. I release all judgments of myself and all others. Thus, I will and I shall live, give, and I shall build. My practice is my adventure—my life, this journey, is my practice. And although I seek the bounty and the beauty that is the rose, I shall not fear its thorns. I will regard each prick as a lesson to be learned—each scar, a badge of honor earned.

With all of my love.

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Country Flowers


I come from the land two turns outta gutter swamps, still got bullet holes in SUVs tho—pull up to the famly’union liable to find deer, pig, frog legs, a bite of squirrel and some gator from who tha’fxcks backyard is this, muhnegus we got these roun’here? right next to great grandmal’s good ol’ con’bread and cawlud greens.

#avegansnightmare ♥ #truestory

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The Bag Lady’s SugarHoneyIceTea


Got my hands on an authentic vintage Gucci bag once. A nice one too—a collector’s steal—a connoisseur’s dreams

but really wasn’t my type of, you know, flavor—couldn’t satisfy my sweet tooth... Eh,

so I parted with it three days later for decent enough amount of fiat.

I know, I know—some may say girl you’awholefool out in these streets…well, to each her or his own custom pile of rocks to kick…

I know my own speed of light. I bang hard with my own style. I like the conversion rate of USD to Pesos

—and this Rosetti backpack for that Burlington price tag… let’s just say life was officially given bi.

#thesimplethingsinlife

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Faux Fur

My fur be faux ’cause I found no need to kill for warmth—we have been graced with the rise of comforts, namely pushbutton heat.

I pay no blood price.

You will not catch me trapping rabbits for fashion, ‘cuz like my diamonds I clean no blood from knives for a good show.

You may spy me in authentic fur—genuine leather maybe,

but know it’s been recycled, thrifted, hand-me-downed or gifted, and to the dear creature who has sacrificed most I offer no price, but many meditations well paid.

You will see me here or there my crown ‘dorned full and gratefully feathered, be kin to know they have long since been pluck from vintage wings, cast down from the plumes of one who still soars the skies or pulled from a shelf of manufactured plumage.

Still, you will not find me cursing the man who captures the doe, or the woman who glistens like pressure crafted stars from a laboring man’s land—no, ‘for every life has a price to pay, every bird a good song—and we all have a measure of heart, no one being’s strummings lesser or grander than the next.

Alhamdulillah

—♥E

 

 

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Winter Coats

They keep us warm, shield us from the extreme temperature changes—but I’m burning on the inside.

here and there, you just gotta toss the faux to the snow leave it for the deer to trample, and when they stampede

at the change of season, upon your return take up your fringe and run with them.

—Dance of the woman with 3 left feet

 

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Egypt English - LoveTrips the BLOG - Faux Fur Fashion

I once hated the journey into the concrete jungle…

for many more reasons than one…traffic, smog, occupation—desk jobs and endless cubicles—the mere sight of brethern, sistern hidden beneath gifted mountains of old blankets, the birds cycling and swarming in a ball, a mass of polluted confusion…and then one day the skyscraper rising slowy but surely like a mirror into the troposhere above Light Street spoke to me—said this is why you landed here—like vapors, like flames, like OMs you know you, they, we, all will rise higher than the vibration of concrete.

 

—♥Egypt

 

 

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This Ain't No Thursday Tea - #TeaspirationThursday

This ain’t no Thursday Tea, but it’s a #BrokeandBougie Saturday brew full of Teaspiration for my Weekenders | #PickYourPotion

Taurus: Motto—I have.


 

Your wealth is always abundant now, in all that you currently have—not in that which you seek to obtain.

Love, E²

The latter…the thoughts of a wife attempting to find places for all of her artsy high-end fashion purses, pocketbooks, totes, handbags and all of the other lavishly bougie thrift store finds from all of those lovely days when King was like…”Wanna go thrifting today?” *hands over cash* “Knock yourself out Queen.”

signed,

that girl in Nana’s hand-me-down sweater and Mom’s vintage bell bottoms, going ham at the Goodwill 50% off sale…

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#BrokeandBougie | Value Potential, Live with Purpose, Be Intentional

#BrokeandBougie | Value Potential, Live with Purpose, Be Intentional

We have the tendency to believe—falsely— that because we may be currently struggling or have a lot less than we desire we do not deserve more—deserve to live a life worth claiming. Ehhhhhhh—you could not be farther from the truth if you are thinking like this, viewing life with such a negative perspective. To tell the truth, you are selling yourself oh so short and confining yourself to a poor man’s hell. Continue reading “#BrokeandBougie | Value Potential, Live with Purpose, Be Intentional”