I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, fashion, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I have split myself between three places (London-Stockholm-Tallinn), but my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better. Header: Mandel Photography

If you have any questions: hemafruu@gmail.com.

Sunday, February 11, 2024

Marleen's shower. The plan B.

From the day that she announced her pregnancy, to the day we showered her with love. Soon she will have a new heir to the throne. 
Lots of love Marleen (and Mihkel)

When Plan A doesn't work, the we embrace the plan B:


In bloom like Marleen:


Juhatuse koosolek at ümarlaud:


She arrived. She was surprised. Mark was happy:


All giggles, since we love when plan comes together:


A hamster and a model walk into a bar 
(start of a classical anecdote):


We got yummie in our tummies:


Never miss a chance to pose:

Long live Marleen (you will never walk alone with a baby carriage)!

Monday, January 22, 2024

Gerda's "RIP single life"

My only task in life is to take compromising pictures at a bachelorette party. My invitation to Italy will not be annulled, since those naked misters we'll be our little secret.

Don't hate the game, master it:


The level in life = more food than drinks at a party:


The happiest funeral:


Telegraaf Fashion Week:


SURPRISE!


Liquid lunch and liquid dinner:


The movie star and her assistants:


Vogue "Get ready with me":


That's one hot piece of ass:


She needs no support,
she needs no approval.
She's born to slay:


She will get a new favourite colour,
when a darker black will be invented:


Today we have questionable morals:


You're damn sexy,
keep that shit up:


The only currency that pays:


We have mixed drinks for feelings:


The circle of vadž:


"Lift me up, lift me down":


No stripper, just Tchaikovsky:


Never trashy, always classy:


And just like that we became Beyonce:


Forget Eesti Laul, forget about Laulukarusell.
This is where stars are born:


Mic drop:


The plumbing squad:


The gracious madame:


Rest in pasta & pizza (in Italy):


The game is on: