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A Terrible Moment Of Self-Indulgence

This is the most poncey, self-indulgent, fuck-your-Noguchi-coffee-table hipster-crap thing I have ever done. AND YET I DO NOT CARE, because it makes me happy, damn it, and it was my birthday yesterday and I felt like I was allowed. 325 more words

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Book Review: The Summer We All Ran Away by Cassandra Parkin

“It comes,” said Priss, looking smug, “from an old German word. Hud. It means to hide. A house is somewhere to hide.”

I actually read this in Autumn, but my mind still ran away to Summer. 221 more words

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British People Problems

A teacake

Also a teacake

AND YET WE ALL ACCEPT THIS AS REASONABLE

NO WONDER THE FRENCH HAVE NO RESPECT FOR US

HOW WAS THIS ALLOWED TO HAPPEN… 44 more words

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My son drew a picture of Bear Grylls proposing to his wife

My son takes an interest in Bear Grylls. Partly because he himself was almost called “Bear”; partly because Bear Grylls climbs big mountains and eats gross stuff on TV… 417 more words

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Cornish Blue Blanket: In Which I Have A Bit Of A Ma Ingalls Moment

Sometimes, I knit or sew stuff. For the last few months, I’ve been knitting a blanket, inspired by Cornish Blue pottery in general, and my Cornish Blue gravy-jug in particular. 444 more words

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