Jumping on the portrait bandwagon for a week as I sort through the winter holiday pics. My boys were channeling Frida Kahlo after showering off five days of desert dust in Carnarvon.
I plaited a wreath from the bougainvillea spilling over the banks of our caravan park for Thea; but she was not the slightest bit interested in wearing it. She spent most of our fortnight away looking like this. Only grubbier.
Linking up with Jodi