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

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Vintage Tallinn + the days

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:

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