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.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

News about my death is greatly exaggerated

I cannot even count the amount of times I was close to pushing "delete" button of this blog. 
Every time I thought "Ah, maybe tomorrow.
"Basically just couldn't do it, although I would have reached the point soon if there wouldn't have been a trip to Scotland. 
Then it came clear at least 5 people are truly fond of my blog and Ott wouldn't have any pictures of him without my photo chronicle. Therefore I reconsidered the "tumour idea" and substituted it with taking the blog as a caravan. 
It's sometimes annoying, but in the end of the day you have a bloody portable home with a mini fridge...
Circus philosophy - sense it makes none.

So Wilma is continuing with the circus.
This picture is perfect for a poster of the world tour, because it is so happy and emotional.
Winter was a rather kind one this year, only two weeks of minus 25°C.


Two months I haven't posted anything. A lot has happened, a lot has melted.
Snow made my fingers numb from joy


Independence day and grandfather's 60th with Zavetskoje.
The official sponsor of the Circus family:


A friend of a friend of a friend, who is now a friend got older and wiser.
(birthdays - a reason to take out the camera + to drink my first beer in a month, btw since january I've had three beers, but who's counting):


Quick, put these hats on, no time to explain.
Circus in Mexico:


Along with spring came positive ideas - maybe the grass is greener on THIS side?!:


Circus family was home alone and babysitting a small kitten.
Also sun lighted up the room, boom!


That nose, that wet nose, that wet soft nose, that wet soft warm nose.
awwwww:



Birthdays everywhere! and the most special one, of the main artist of my Circus.
My plan "wake-him-up-5AM-with-sandwich-cake-and-candles,-run-to-work,-come-back-home-to-pimp-myself-up,-take-him-out-to-our-home-restaurant,-snuggle-until-we-fall-a-sleep" resulted me getting sick the day before and plan B "vomit-two-days-in-a-row" came in action. I somehow gathered my strength for few minutes to bake him a cake, which looked like a giant loaf of black bread with butter.
Despite it all, he was happy.


Few days later I felt better and compensated my "girlfriend fail" with baking like crazy for his birthday party. 
Imagine, how it felt to go to work 7am the next day...:


Sleeping beauty at the party:


see you soon.

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