Good-Morning Internet.
I should probably be in bed around about now. But for some typically,
baffling, Raphaella reason; one crazy old cog, in that miniscule old mind of mine, thought it be a totally spiffing idea,
to start tie-dying hot pants, in a not-so subtle pigmentation of Bahama Blue,
at approximately 23.45 on a lonesome Summers Saturday-night, this June.
I read the 'Dylon for dummies' mini manual, with painstaking precision to
detail, and in not one line, does it mention, performing such a procedure in a
padded cell. My kitchen now rather resembles that of a Smurf's breeding ground,
and the said shorts, have developed into a sad looking shade of Navel Submarine. Thus... I fully intend to
take some serious funky-town, legal action. :)
Now, whilst slurping Cola's in the afternoon rain, with my good friend Jay
Mawson yesterday, I kinda came to the realisation, that the McNamara ship, aint
so water tight. I’m running around 12years behind on the blogging front, I know
that for sure. But how did the devil did I manage to keep these little homely
number, under the covers since March!
Like seriously though, where exactly did that fecking time go?!
Photography: Jay Mawson
Model: Raphaella
Well its almost 2:30am and theres some serious Peppermint tea to be downed and overpriced potions to be slapped on my face.
Night yall.
WithLove and yawns... Raphaella McNamara x
