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, December 30, 2012

I'm still, I'm still an animal

As I am enjoying a massive hangover today, I thought it would be nice to look back on something warm and lovely, like Christmas and reptiles. Yes, yes, I'm the freak, who gets pleasure out of going to terrariums and looking at those slimy little (some are not that little) sausages. This Christmas we went to Skansen, an open-air museum with a mini zoo. Very nice childhood memories and an interesting way to spend your Christmas.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

We look dangerous

Good old annual Jesus birthday, which means dressing up and eating until you explode. This year we stayed in Sweden and had a little holiday with just us two. Our families sent us goods from Estonia and we enjoyed them fully. 
We are probably alone in this house, because normal people flew home for Christmas.

The bitch is always better looking with a new dress on:

Our primitive Christmas tree, but the size does not matter.
Also we decorated it as true Swedes with stuff from IKEA:

We took a little walk around Lidingö, as my Mister really missed forest (UK problems). I was not that impressed as my toes were falling off:

Smells like home now:

Wine and shot glasses for enjoying alcohol. Loads of tea to calm me down, to warm me up and to clean my body temple. Massive cup for the drinking game Kings. Floral flask for sneaking in alcohol to parties.
My precious: 

The posh neighbourhood, where two families own the house seen in this picture. One has three floors and the other one has only two, I feel bad for the latter:

Maybe it's hard to get your hands on alcohol here in Sweden, but when you do, it's marvellous:

We took off our pyjamas and changed for something lovely just for Christmas:

Friday, December 21, 2012

The World ended again

It is truly hard to get on the blog-train again. A lot of changes have happened in the meantime - I have a job and my Mister arrived to Stockholm. Lonely and poor days are over, therefore I have no reason whatsoever to complain. Right now the Lidingö palace is intimidatingly empty, because unlike us, all my neighbours have returned to their homelands for Christmas. We are staying. We are happy. We are together. Cloying? Yes.

Summing up last two weeks.

Last Friday, nothing special just us warming up before heading to the town:

Finally,  about time:

Monday, December 10, 2012

Christmas wishes a.k.a. utopia

 I have all the time in the world right now and my female side took advantage of that. As a result, I have put together my utopian Christmas list, in the hope that maybe someone out there wants to buy the things for me. No?

 1.Agent Provocateur   2.Carven   3.Chloe   4.Chloe:

Sunday, December 09, 2012

Icelandic birthday

 On Thursday our Icelandic Anna had a birthday and the celebrations continued until Saturday early morning. In the meanwhile I even managed to take my exam on Friday. Favourable outcome and shitloads of fun.

 On Friday I got my inspiration from Caine's arcade and sat in a cardboard box the whole night through:

The evening began with board games, which tested our reaction time. Quite violent:

Wednesday, December 05, 2012

Jessie Ware at Berns

 Since the first time I saw her at Boiler Room #44 Young Turks Valentines Day takeover, I am in love with Jessie Ware. On Monday, I had the chance to meet her again. Bliss.

 First she started off by thanking Stockholm and its -15degrees, also the reason why she could wear her rings that are usually too small (picture by Mattias Pettersson)

The incredible Berns, which looks like an opera theatre:

Tuesday, December 04, 2012

Golden galaxy around me

 I am at peace with the world right now, like a little high drug addict.

Skylight seen from my balcony:

Stockholm was asleep in -19 degrees:

Walking home at night via Östermalms torg:

Our Christmas tree near our house:

Look up at and see the stars...oh wait tree is blocking the way:

Morning, noon and night:
From Sweden with love

Sunday, December 02, 2012

Topshop Winter Collection + Ben UFO at Berns

 On Thursday me and my friend went to Topshop Winter Collection showcase, actually I am not sure what it exactly was, but there were free drinks, 25% sale for everything and goodie bags. Can't complain really.
Afterwards we ended up at Berns and Ben UFO made us dance. Oh, dear mother of God, he is good.

 Mandatory picture in the toilet with a mop - glamorous until I die:

I am madly in love with Stockholm (also with my special K):

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Stockholm University

 Maybe somewhat boring topic, nevertheless, uni is the main reason why I am in Sweden and surprisingly enough, it takes up a great part of my time. Although I do not give a lot of credit to it. Here we go then.

 It started snowing today, amazingly disgusting weather:

Bitches love lamps. Our landlord loves lamps. Everybody loves lamps:

Me and my History of Welfare assignment. Very, very romantic:

Fuel for life:

In these last few nights I have suffered from insomnia, thus I feel like walking zombie:

It is all about food:

My friend and his hot...chocolate:

This pictures is a fail - I wanted to show how we are browsing Reddit in a lecture, but now you just have to trust me:

Last but not least. The most important object is not my lunch, but the invitation to Topshop Winter Fiishon Thingy (massive! big! can't wait!) in the background. After that Ben UFO at Berns - I think tomorrow will be a good day:

Monday, November 26, 2012

Another Friday night - "Really hard to explain" party

 As usual on Friday we had a dance dinner (a social occasion in the evening, at which there is a meal and dancing). Well, that escalated quickly, and first time ever I had to hide all the pictures. Clicking on "Click to see more Circus " is your on responsibility.

 A little "Ossikükk" before we go-go:

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Stockholm on the Move - at Färgfabriken

 I should not only talk about endless partying, maybe you get the wrong idea of my life. Yes, of course we are the wild youth and little drinkies come hand-in-hand, but there is a lot more. Next week I might give an overview on uni and everyday life in general, let's see. I am desperately trying to use my Zenit, but it is just too hard to fulfill. 

 Meanwhile me and Monika visited an artsy exhibition called "Stockholm on the Move" in Färgfabriken (same place where the How to Dress Well concert was held):

I died and went to hipster paradise:

The darkest, the most emigration:

Stockhome - my home:

Black part shows the percentage of Swedes living in different boroughs:

Enjoy the map:

We even got free champagne, can't really complain:

Living our champagne lifestyle with Mõmmi lemonade budget: 


Thursday, November 22, 2012

Best gift ever

Ivan gave me the best gift ever - Hangover Cookbook. As my weekend just started, I should buy some groceries for tomorrow and try it out.
Thank you, Vanja.

It's all about choices:

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Friday with Ella and Ivan - Marie Laveau and Lidingö combo

 Never-ending nights and miserable mornings - you know the drill already.
Please cancel my aromatherapy, my psychotherapy, my reflexology, my osteopath, my homoeopath, my naturopath, my crystal reading, my shiatsu, my organic hairdresser. I want to party right now and let's see if I can be re-birthed next week.
( Read more at somewhatslightlydazed.co.uk - my partner in crime)

Russian, Estonian and a Jew - this is how the anecdote starts:

Quick shower, quick shower... Wash and go. Sandpaper, cellulite breakdown, tone and perm, auto-bronzer and birch twigs! Shall I have soap? No, no soap! - and we are ready to go:

Right, time for another little drinky before we go:
The Kings drinking game is our holy ritual - I should start my own company and produce that "everybody tributes" liquid all around the world, because it's always so good:

What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

Eastern European girls together - looks like a scene from beginning of a pornmovie:

She is surprised that Stockholm is actually pretty fun and Georg is just sexy, because of his new haircut:

We desire to behave this certain way and we love to be able to blame it on alcohol:

 As he always puts up with our music, so we gave him a chance to put his taste on. He chose System of a Down and was Happy Sven. Rrrrr:

We left the building and took the tube.
Sis and bro:

Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker:

Dance is about saying something. If you don't have nothing to say, get off the dance floor!
Can you read our body-language?:

Ivan is tall, strong and Russian. He will never fall, that's the reason why I am holding on tight:

Everyone has their own symbols:

They looks bright and wise - looking after us, thank God:

Let the music lift you up:

She tried to crowd-surf and the tide went out:
(I have tonnes of pictures me in the arms of different boys, therefore I need to explain my slutiness. Every time me and my theatre-school mates get drunk back home, we start doing different kind of tricks that modern dance has taught us. This is why my body wants to ignore gravity, when I am drunk. Sadly my new friends cannot really do anything else than this pose):

Walk like an Egyptian:

What happens when Ivan stops drinking? He shall drink water (with a little whisky inside):

Sven's life just flashed before his eyes:

The patients, who have escaped from a mental institution. The staff came after them, so they are trying to "act normal" just to blend in to the crowd:

Me and Chloe - we think that toilets are underestimated and we fancy them:

Random girl is random:

Some go to church on Sundays, I go to clubs on Saturdays to pray JESUS, JESUS!:


If life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade and try to find someone whose life has given them vodka, and have a party together:

Luciano made it here!:

Make the most out of tonight and worry about it all tomorrow:
I didn’t fall. The floor just needed a hug.