What I’m reading now: Twisted Tree, by Kent Meyers, which explores how a single death - the murder of a young anorexic girl - connects the lives of everyone who knew her. Each chapter is a different person’s “story” - everyone from the town recluse to the supermarket checkout girl - and while I usually shy away from books written in this vein (I find it frustrating to have to abandon a character just when you’re getting wrapped up in their life), the device totally works with this book. Each vignette is complete and satisfying, and you’re drawn into the start of each new tale by the need to figure out exactly how this new person’s life is tied to the slain girl’s. It’s one of those books that is even more fascinating than its description.

P.S. I knitted that blanket myself as a gift for my parents. Impressed? You should be. It took me my entire life.

Yesterday, Megan and I spent the day refurbishing an ancient cabinet that Kendrick and I dragged off the street a few weeks ago. In this shot, I’m knocking the bottom and sides off of the (totally disgusting and falling-apart) center drawer to create a false front (I figured this step was best done on my rooftop). 

Fun fact: the cabinet is covered with graffiti that says “Become Your Dream” and pictures of fish. My original plan was to paint over the graffiti, but in a lovely twist of fate our friend Jackson came over to our place the other day, and upon seeing the cabinet said, “Hey, nice De La Vega.” Turns out that it’s the work of a street artist called James De La Vega, who has a museum on St. Mark’s Place and whose art has been sold for thousands. So of course I left the artwork intact and incorporated it into my concept for the cabinet!