Where we stayed this weekend: the Warwickshire B&B up in Warwick, N.Y. (which you may recognize from this JITH segment).

Seriously, it's the most romantic place ever. If you're anywhere in the general area, you have to go. The house is a historical landmark, which means that it looks like it just arrived from the turn of the century, and is filled with crystal chandeliers, gold-framed mirrors, fireplaces, sparkle lights, and vintage stoves. And the place is run by the absolute nicest owners in the world. And is conveniently located within walking distance of one of my favorite day-trip spots in the area.

After far, far, far too many years...I finally caved and bought new sneakers. (A more accurate description of what happened would be to say that Kendrick barricaded me in a Lady Foot Locker and refused to let me leave without a replacement for my beloved - and more than a little disgusting - pair of New Balances, and that I tried very hard to escape with white Converses that were more walking-around-the-East-Village than walking-on-the-treadmill before being gently redirected back to the cross-training department...but hey: the important thing is that it finally happened.)

They are ridiculous and make my eyeballs hurt, and also make my feet feel like they're wrapped in little joy clouds.

I love them.