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.

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! 

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