32 years ago I was born on a backseat of a Žiguli car. Not much has changed since then
(just more face cream on the neck).
Despite drinking Champagne with Mõmmi lemonade budget, Fred threw a party for me. Quality catering, classy wine & my lovely koorekiht. *happy tears*
I rarely post anymore, but when I do,
it's a marathon post sponsored by 5 disposable cameras.
Let my life flash in front of your eyes:
2009 – Sweet 18. Politsei & tellingud
2010 – The final exams
2011 – Royal Circus theme party
2012 – small garden chill
2013 – Estonian & Scot in Stockholm
2016 – Fest i Sollentuna & graduation in Estonia
2017 – Siili feely good
2018 – started classy, ended trashy
2019 – Master Wilma
2021 – I was busy giving birth
2022 – Isolation & coronavirus
2023:
The word nummi belongs to the 2000s.
Nummi the person, however, is a timeless legend:
I'm in my 30s, what has changed?
My parties have chandeliers now:
She stops wearing black if a darker colour will be invented:
Wine tasting – it's classy they said.
They just didn't specify the amount:
My go-to pose is "arms up and double chin out":
The youngest looking yet oldest in our high school class.
To this day she could pass as a 18 year old:
Green, blue,
white and red:
We talked about adulting and how it's mostly googling "How to":
Her favourite F-word is
food:
The moms are discussing how sleep is overrated:
They have to put up with my timer pictures:
Yes, I took my label maker to the party,
because it's a sign:
The coolest ones are at the lemonade stand:
The ultimate quiz "How well do you know Wilma" will start soon.
Bring in the mind-games and poker faces:
Nothing has changed.
"Me, myself & I" quiz until I die:
Excited to win, excited to know me well:
I always keep all the answer sheets in my archive,
because tüvitekst:
That one pupil that studied and was a teacher favourite
and all the other ones want to kill her:
Let there be cake.
Let it be red and velvety:
The bravery, the courage, the responsibility.
When no one dared to touch the cake, she delivered, with firm hands:
We have grown up all good:
The greatest gift is the act of kindness of showing up.
But bitches also love big boxes and they cannot lie:
Thank you for being a friend!
Disney+ and G-Force know me well:
The design company Pärna & Co made me the most unique gift ever, a stunning swing.
I, the swinger, will test it out in full swing (sorry not sorry):
The pre-30s freak out seems so silly now,
since this feared period turned out amazing:
The pic:
The pic in a pic:
My emergency contact, my boyfriend Fred had prepared
a full DJ set with my favourite tunes.
The DJ set touched my different eras.
Primary school = Linkin Park:
Secondary school = Nirvana 
High school = Foo Fighters:
All stages in my life = Eurovision and effective staging: 
My London era = Boiler Room techno:
My Swedish era = Zara Larsson
Fuck Marek Reinaas, G-Force shows how to wear shades indoors.
She had her own birthday party the day before, that very morning she had a funeral to attend
and she still arrived to the Circus Tour celebration with full glam.
Massive respect:
Klassiõhtu vibes:
Songland swag:
Flirting with the DJ, trying to take him home with me:
Got emotional here, he stole my heart at the dance floor:
When the party starts at 4PM,
then midnight is already silly o'clock:
Do you believe in love after love?:
The person that set the mood,
the person that set the food,
the person with always caring attitude.
Thank you!:
Passport pictures:
The times with Nokia button phones were so much easier:
Matching nail-polish and lipstick:
We are married,
not with each-other: 
The irony,
I managed to catch the whole face of the tallest friend I have:
The little brother, the older sister:
One of them is a professional model,
the other one was professional in spin-the-bottle.
I let you guess which one:
KALLLAAAAAAA:
The greatest neighbour there is:
My only friend who has read my thesis.
Thinking and analysing is cool:
3AM & last ones standing:
You're simply the best,
better than all the rest:
These emotions are like food form me,
I can feast another year:
So glad that my boyfriend is allergic to pollen:
The sun is rising, the taxi is coming:
I took the DJ home with me:
Oh the shade PM threw at me:
The morning after:
I'm an awesome mom, but a crappy friend.
We don't see often, but when we do it feels natural and not pushed
to continue where we left off.
T H A N K Y O U ♥♥♥
