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.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Estonija.

I am back in Estonia. Maybe it is female hormones talking inside me, but I feel so sentimental. Being away 8 months slaps you in the face like a big black boot. Everyday problems are so far away from me, I could not care less what is happening outside, because my bed is soooo warm and fluffy. Suspicious African kid would be truly suspicious after seeing my fridge. 
Today is a bank holiday and I went to the store to buy a good bottle of wine. I did not even want one, but after being used to with Swedish restricted alcohol policy it was a pure joy. And the prices! SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY!


"STOP TEH MADNES, I WANTS CAEK!":

Thursday, March 28, 2013

I won concert tickets, but hurt my leg. Cannot be lucky all the time.

Here comes a little recap from my last days in Sweden, before I left to Estonia (it is really nice to be here after 8 months of absence, but I will come back to that later). On Friday I managed to win two concert tickets at Berns. I was beyond happy, because never have I won anything and to get in to Berns is truly expensive. Never mind that the concert turned up to be a bit of a disappointment (being polite here).

Berns never fails to impress me:

Monday, March 25, 2013

Casual Thursday on the 6th floor - Charlie's Angels

We had an usual Thursday on the 6th floor, which meant that Charlie and his angels were dancing on the chairs and tables. 
Stockholm - mixing European cultures since 2012 August.


My headband caused such a furore that night.
"Sistah - sister for niggas":

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

My first ever St.Patrick's day celebration

*Warning! Following post might promote intoxicating substances and overly cheerful life*

Now I have come to a point in my life, where I am not able to say "Never have I ever celebrated St.Patrick's day" anymore. I have no regrets, because Sunday never has been so bright and pleasant. Sadly Monday has never felt so grey and dull, but that is another story.
On Sunday Charlie of Scotland (I gave him rather royal name) found a Irish pop playlist on Spotify and invited friends over. Wearing green and/or comedy headwear was a must.


The demoiselle on the left was the guest of honour, because she was Irish and the only one at that party. Plausibly the demoiselle on the right also has some Irish roots, but I have not have the opportunity to confirm it. 
Nevertheless the fact how they knew the songs by heart and moved like Riverdance on tour, suggests their nationality/roots:

Moderna and overall life

Were it not for Ott, I would consistently waste my days. I felt obliged to join him on Friday for free-entrance-museum-tour.

The Royal family is the ultimate bling lover:


The architecture museum - thinking about Harri:

Now thinking about Melissa:

Night falls and people turn naughty:

Finnish people are not "prosta":

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Friday - the so called boat party

I spent my Friday rather haphazardly. Since I did not have any money, then £25 Boddika ticket at Berns was unreachable. This did not stop me taking the elevator (why walk?) three floors down. Neighbours. Drinks. Music. Usual.
Then we had a plan to go out to a boat party. Well, that did not work out, nevertheless I had a enjoyable night.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Stockholm. Still-life.

The worst thing about being a tourist is having other tourists recognise you as a tourist.
My father came to visit me and "Bam!" now I have tonnes of Stockholm pictures. Finally, I did it.

The City Hall - Stadshuset:

The Old Town + little bit of Södermalm and Kungsholmen:

The Baltic sea and somewhere out there is Estonia:

The Vasa museum - my most visited place in Stockholm. I opened the account in year 2000
I have no idea what I am talking about:


Strandvägen:

Kungliga Slottet - The Royal Castle. 
The Royal family does not live here, but tourists do not care:


Endless escalator:

Pool ükskõik:

My love, Gröna Lund waits me silently. We will meet each other on my birthday:

The Kastellet:

The sea is blue, the seaweed has not taken over:

Basically this indicates the beginning of summer:

Skansen:

When a tree branch fascinates you, then it is Ok: 

Lidingö, my home:

Friday, March 08, 2013

International vadšeidšei day.

Embrace yourselves, it is international vadšei-dšei day.

I guess I am all grown up now, since I received these flowers:

Furthermore today my little nephew has his first birthday and also his mother has a birthday (why not let's get crazy).
If only I could be home right now and enjoy the feast:

Tuesday, March 05, 2013

Lucy Rose at Debaser Slussen

Well, Lucy Rose concert was truly heartwarming. That was the second time for me to see her. This time was even better, because the lyrics have had time to sync in and hello, loud sing-along. One nice surprise was the warm-up band called Peter and Kerry, probably my most googled term this week.
Since I did not have a lot of cash on me, I approached Lucy just to buy her poster. I also told her that the concert was great and I really enjoyed her at Positivus Festival. Next I showed her the handband, that I am, yes, still wearing and she was so excited to see and hear about it. She added that it's one of her favourite places and who can blame her, it really is a nice festival. Also I tried to be a proper fan, thus we made a picture together. We look like sisters:

The light was really off to make good pictures there, so I will give you some memories from the past

Sunday, March 03, 2013

Moon brings out the best of us. (Rolling in the snow after sauna)

On Wednesday the moon was almost like this and radiated some weird yet amusing energy. Ott came by, as well as some other friends. I warmed up the sauna, which heated us so properly, that we were rolling in the snow (I am writing this with Adele's voice in my head). True spa treatment, but we did not want to be too healthy. Of course not. As a result we opened Estonian vodka, the ultimate amusement of life. 1 litre + moon + friends = johhaidii!

The view from the sixth floor, where I live: