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.

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.

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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