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.

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Party like it's 1920

Few weeks ago my colleagues and I had finally time to sit down for a Christmas party, 
never-mind the fact that it was already January. 
Although it felt more like Christmas than +5 and drizzle December ever did.

Since we like to put boredom on a shelf, 
we dressed up like it was 1920:

When we walked towards Chocolaterie, flurry of snow covered everything
which made my cold heart to melt.
After it got even worse, since the lovely scenery welcomed us:

When others fail to serve,
 then visual merchandisers work like the rent is due tomorrow:

This is the way you should wear H&M Paris collection:

My life is entwined with classy and trashy
 (referenced to my blogpost):

Cute as a button:

All girls with flapper dresses, unite!:

väga lamp pilt

On previous day Ester cut my hair back to short as it should be.
Saving money on shampoos. Happy dance!:

Gertrud's boyfriend didn't let her out into the freezing cold
without any warm underwear (sharing is caring):

We ate. We chatted. We drank.
We exchanged gifts, wished merry christmas to each other and gave out free hugs:

Let's see what we got as a gift...

"Hold your horses, Mister!":

"Who wants to be a millionaire?":

I had one job and I failed!
That is to say Dagmar gave a speech, which was truly lovely and heart-warming, 
but I managed to capture it like she was intoxicated and needed a taxi ride home
Long story short "We have great colleagues!":

Liisa does not serve minors:

Mademoiselles were little flirty:

Try to remain serious with these guys:

The skin colour of Gertrud is called "Chocolaterie":

"Don't hate me,
because you aint me":

Au revoir! 

Thursday, January 23, 2014

The funeral of 2013

As I write this post, I'm at Frankfurt airport.
From the loudspeakers a strict German woman voice is saying something, not really sure what...
Look at this fucking blogger, I sure hope I do not miss my flight.

To the chase:
Here is the funeral of 2013.

Epp and Juss had invited us over for their New Years feast. 
Of course some dressing up was in order, as you do at funerals.

Before going out, one overly attached couple had to take timer pictures:

I tried to act and look like a well behaving mail-ordered bride:

What's cooking, good looking?:

A fancy get-together welcomed us, there Ott was the most amused one of them all:

Mihkel looks like a grandpa, who is smoking pipe in the corner, 
while children are playing Cards Against Humanity.

Now you see, how big difference using flash makes.
Example A - Simple people from Eastern Europe. 
Very pale, since they saw the Sun six months ago.

Example B - without the flash.
Simple people turn into Bond movie stars:

Smiles are the only thing you see:

People were pretty improperly happy at the funeral:

And at 00:00.


After heavy kissing, Kaur and I walked to Ulme, a new club/soon-to-be-music-heaven.
Pine cones are their symbol. How very Estonian:

Win! Big boys let him touch their toys:

Surprisingly crowded it was.
Maybe from now on people will appreciate more the ability of hearing:

Lady and a Gentleman:

Then we went home like 5AM.
I could swear that there were hearts in the sky!

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Kersten's birthday.

Among my friends the event of the year is not Õllesummer, but Kersten's birthday. 
How could it be any other way? 
Kersten - giving new quality to entertainment since 1986.

Ladies and a Gentleman before the event. 
(Trying out the fluffy Versace carpet. Oh, yes!): 

"Let me just rest my head a little."
Ella was leaving the next day, Eastern- Europe had taken the best of her:

Kaur is so ashamed, that he turned his head away:

Espiritworks only plays exclusive lives only twice a year:

Looks like hell:

tsuuh-tsuuh train:

Long live Kersten 
(Moeviin was all out that evening)

Since Kersten JUST bought a smart phone and made an Insta account,
then these insta pictures are in order:

Monday, January 20, 2014

White trash party a.k.a. Ella n+1 birthday

When Ella was in Estonia, we drunkenly decided at NoKu 
to throw her a big birthday party at our place. Like promised, it had to be done. 

Kaur and I started cooking few hours before, because we know how important it is to eat before drinking. By doing that, we lost completely our track of time, so when Ester came and ran to the bathroom to change her clothes, we were like "Ohhhh, we had a theme party!"
This concluded with us changing clothes in few fast minutes to become
White trash:

"It's alright, it's okay,
we'll gonna pump your gas someday":

Fortunately Kaur's brother was a professional basketball player, 
under these circumstances we have tonnes of sweatshirts and pants to hand out:

Friends, drinks and chips. 
The perfect F.D.C.:

Even when they try to be trashy,
they still look classy. 
With everyone else it is other way around:

The dictator called "Play Beyonce or I'll go home" got to sit with the ladies:

At the caravan park, we are used to living tightly next to each other:

When my children ask "What did you do when you were younger, Mommy?"
 then I'll answer "Not much. I sat in the library. I sang in a choir. I was definitely not acting primitive"
The truth is too hard to explain:

Spotify playlist "6th Floor" works in every country:

They were like "I forgot about the theme-party"
Yea, sure they did:

"Mu tutt kattis Ella ära"

May the whole year be Ella's birthday!