I have a truly annoying friend who hits me when I close my blog. Also, she doesn't let me sit alone at home and drags me out for fresh air. Cross! ♥
The days go by with timer pics in the hallway:
I'm growing my hair until my boobs are covered. Let's see the result in about two years from now:
"Mutant Disko for sho" (I. thought it was Monster Disko):
Now comes Vintage Tallinn:
Despite the flower pattern rehab I'm having, I still like it:
Some people have a serious sailor men addiction:
Triin is pissed because all the prices would make sense in kroon, yet not in juuros:
pyjamas, problem?
At least the toilet is near by:
Trucker edition:
The power of the armpit:
The only Jil Sander that you can find in Estonia is old and three sizes too small:
Several times people have told me that I look like Mary Poppins. So I like flying nanny style? So?
Oy, Triin. Please, make this for me:
Nice rack:
From us to Reggie with love:
A ja ljubljuu muzõka, panimaješ?
Triin is holding it so elegantly:
We like warm and fluffy. We live in the North.:
I saw these shoes, I asked "Excuse me, may I take a picture?", she said yes, and a second later I was crawling down on the floor like a horny cat:
фйлйпс:
Even the tiniest need to be pretty:
The rehab is not going that well:
The real pimps have a real ride:
"The vintage" is nice, but you must be ready that your clothes might hunt you down.
Me at the age of 16 and a lady at Vintage Tallinn:
