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, May 26, 2013

Wilma and Charlie's birthday party / Eddie and Patsy invited some friends over.

After I had uploaded 65 pictures, I was pretty sure that this is the longest post I have ever made. After Charlie and I had a joint birthday party together, what else would you expect. The whole night was just p-r-i-c-e-l-e-s-s, full of food, drinks and drama. You name it, we had it.
Basically I should say no more, the story must be told together with pictures.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Wilma Circus appreciates good fun. Especially on her birthday.

Yesterday was my twenty second birthday. Since I crew up with my great-grandmother, I take ageing rather seriously and I do it with pride. I am actually just celebrating my way getting on 'Prillitoos' birthday list. Well, THAT is a great honour, but until then birthday is just a great time spent with close friends and giving my mother a high-five that she manage to give birth to me on backseat of a Ziguli. Although I live in Stockholm now and my dearest are scattered around Tallinn, London, Helsinki and Amsterdam, then I was not able to have a big company on my birthday. Luckily I have Ott here, the hero, who got us out from a boring lecture, which meant that we had more time at amusement park Gröna Lund.
At the age of twelve or so, my grandfather understood that I cannot be entertained with Pipi theme parks anymore. Then he introduced me to this wonderful place and thereon Grönan has always been at top of my list.

Life is a wild ride. Keep on keeping on:

Monday, May 20, 2013

My eight year old can take better pictures than I can.

Today I was able to pretend that I was a soccer mom, since my little boy had his want-to-be-like-Zlatan training. Afterwards we were trying out his new birthday camera, but he really dug mine more.
He was surprisingly good at it.

Here you are, me-me-me-me and me.

The squirrel was pooping down from a tree:

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Back in Stockholm for few weeks

I came back to Stockholm on Wednesday night and it felt quite weird, since I do not have a home anymore. Basically I came to write an exam, which ends my studies here, nothing more. The first nights Ott was kind enough to give me a warm bed and proper Lappis experience. We went out to Red Bull Music Academy event, which included me drinking energy drinks. As I do not have a lot of addictions - I do not smoke, drink coffee nor does my tea include caffeine, then, long story short, I almost passed out like they do in Telenovelas. 
After regaining myself I did some babysitting and birthday shopping. Yes, I still love birthdays and mine is three days away. Bring it on! Also I am now at my grandfather's place. Sweet.

The pictures here might be boring, but I have put myself on hold. Good stuff coming up soon. Promise.

Ada at Kåken. Listen.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Girls night out and Haigla party = Tegin Trammiga paar tiiru

I will tell you a story about one night that makes me giggle throughout next months. Yes, it is rather primitive which makes it even better.
On Friday I met up with Ian then my brother and then Ivan. Fast and furious catching up that gave me pleasant emotions, wide smile and distended tummy.
Last but not least I went to Triin's place with my Marks & Spencer wine and things started to happen. Just come along, I will show you.

Vanja, cocktail and sweet slice of cake - what more could a girl ask for: 

Wednesday, May 08, 2013

Tour d'ÖÖ and 'Bye bye Charlie'

I have been running around, even lived without internet for a while. 
But now I definitely have to sum up previous week and Charlie's visit, since he has been back in Sweden for a week now. 
After we sent Charlie off to the airport, we took our cycles and joined Tour d'ÖÖ, which is basically cruising by cycle through Tallinn with few thousand fellow cyclists. MIND BLOWN, no really, that was bloody fabulous!

Bitches love to show off their ride. 
She is called Loviis. Yes, she is pink and she is from Sweden. Deal with it.:

Picture taken by Eero Vabamägi and stolen from here

Sunday, May 05, 2013

Volbriöö/Valborg. Charlie ja linnud Sinilinnus.

We did not waste any time and jumped immediately into Estonian nightlife. Luckily it was the night of Valborg and witches, so we could show Charlie the magic that is happening on Tallinn streets after sunset.
Warm-up began at Triin's place. The best place to start at:

Saturday, May 04, 2013

Took my unicorn and suitcase with me on a trip to Tallinn

My Stockholm time has come to an end. 
Although I have to go back for a short time, in my mind our relationship is over. It was all made in mutual understanding and without any tears. 
Since I am terrified of sea and ships in general, but got myself free Tallink tickets, then for the sake of not jumping off from a deck and going looney I took my neighbour Charlie with me.
Thanks to his selfless hard work (read: must-do-anything-to-cheer-Wilma), I managed to go through with it all and we arrived to Tallinn:

Wednesday, May 01, 2013

Really Stoned Post

Basically here comes the recap of my last days in Sweden, especially the Viking age course field-trip. 
Embrace yourselves, a lot of stone pictures are coming up.

My little girl is really into pink:

In addition to actual tea drinking, I also enjoy now the fake one:

Instead of internet forums Vikings had runestones:

Swedish periferia is full of surprises:

Very very very important road for the Vikings:


Massive nature is massive:

I started to think that Kate Moss would be in Estonian Kati Sammal, hence not that glamourous:

Sigtuna and its town hall:

Proper iPhone:

Cutest town ever:

Romantic all the way:

Runestone number two:

In Sweden houses are built on runestones:

I was more into all the toys I saw on our way:

Others were climbing up to see even more stones, but my recovering leg did not allow me to climb uphill yet:

I do not want to eat you:

A dalmatian dog has had some fun among horses:

Proper way to live:

Runestone number three and the lector: 

Bitches like flowers:

They are everywhere: