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

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Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Fiiishon. #pretty

My job is grrrrreat. It's motivating. It's developmental. 
Even when I feel like I am turning from grape to raisin, surprisingly I still have the will to give out some juice.
And, yes, I like the beautiful clothes around me. Such a girl!

"Hello, this is my back and today it's my best feature":

My colleague B (almost Beyoncé).
We didn't know each other at all, but teamwork got on extremely well, it almost felt like we have worked together a long time:

Mannequins are the bitchy ladies, who don't like to dress nor undress themselves. 
Mr.Muscle work:

#the mirror is right

Tsss. My little secret:

Monday, September 08, 2014

High heels and ab fab at Kadriorg

I'm on a sick leave, which is so bothersome. Never mind the fluffy slippers and comfortable pyjama I have on right now, hence it is lovely to blogg about the time, when everything was functioning in the Looks Department. I'm talking about the final day, when Mister Vienna was in Tallinn

A little freshen up never hurt no one, also after partying at the country-side it was well needed. 
We headed to restaurant NOP and the food there was bee's knees (I have failed as a blogger, since I don't have any food pictures. I so sorry.)
"No, you can't sit with us":

Thank you, independent Estonian breweries, you have made our life more enjoyable.
We didn't wish to be racist, hence we ordered different colours and kinds available on the menu:

You call it a shit hole, we call it an investment:

Lovely streets to walk on, 
although they turn into hectic oneway labyrinth during my driving lessons:

He enjoys the moments, when I eat him with my eyes:

Batman and Robin

Being sick gives me time to watch a marathon of "Would I Lie to You?".

Listening to Beyonce - Pretty Hurts.

Looking at the massive blood vessels on my foot. The circulations is having a party on its own:

Two boys were making pictures of me, it was a uplifting feeling:

Tunnel romance:

Mostly classy, sometimes sassy, almost never trashy:

Even boys like flowers:

The presidential residence.
Our Pink House:

On our way home, Mr.Vienna was interested in the Maarjamäe memorial. 
Soviet statues are so difficult to explain, the ideas then were coco-loco sugar loops.
"Tegelikult oli see “kangelaslik” jääretk lihtsalt suure Vene laevastiku ja kommunistliku hirmuvalitsuse kabuhirmus põgenemine Keila poolt lähenevate väikeste saksa jalaväeüksuste eest 1918. aasta veebruaris. Selles valguses on Maarjamäe obelisk vist kogu maailmas unikaalne nähtus kui ausammas argpüksidele." (source)


The last day of vacation ended with strong positive feelings. 
Friends - the best there is.

Monday, September 01, 2014

Welcome to Tallinn, G.

It's first of September, hurray for the school. Two years ago today I was settling in Stockholm and enjoying my bitching view from my Lidingö balcony.  My exchange year there was one of the most enjoyable time of my life - I broke my leg while drunk, made a girl cry and most importantly met some awesome people. I still keep in touch with some, whether they are in Scotland, Liverpool, Osnabrück, Helsinki or Vienna. Few weeks ago mr.Vienna came for a visit. He wanted to make up for it that he plays Dota2 with my boyfriend, but hardly talks with me. 

I last saw mr.Vienna on January 20th in 2013, when we had more fun then should be allowed.
The reason why we got along was that both of us have a common favourite weapon - sarcasm. Believe me, I started missing sarcasm and irony so-so-so much during my exchange year full of polite small talk. It's hard to be an Estonian abroad, but mr.Vienna got me. He even got me so well, that others thought we hated each other due to our acerbic conversations.
Here I am holding my mouth closed to keep the witty remarks in:

First things first, we took him on a serious tourist field trip around Tallinn. First time ever I climbed on the city walls just next to GAG. 
Oh, the bird poop and selfies:

I was genuinely happy, what a great way to spend my last vacation days.
Come visit me! Estonia is totes awesome place. My people are not fat at all (remark from mr.Vienna)

Success kid on a Town Hall square.
Even amazing Spiderman needs a day off from duty:


Wilma and Fred, like it should be:

Picture perfect:

All summer evenings end in Kanala, which is Tallinn version of a ruin bar.
Fun fact: no one drinks beer faster than Germans and Austrians:

Met up with some fashionable ladies. 
In Rimi we trust. Duckface we need:

What is a night in Tallinn without some Moeviin vodka and shot glasses made out of ice?
"Let's make a picture real fast, before my shot glass melts away":

The pure joy of drinking cold vodka, which was accompanied 
by a casual Throw-your-vodka-glass-into-the-sea game. 
The sea won.
"Melt! Baby, melt!

Mademoiselle Liiv owns the place:

We went home quite early, since Lufthansa 5am flight the same morning was a heartless bitch.
The day after we went to the TV tower, where I, yet again, had not been before. 
I needed some help from the gentleman, because I was too pussy to walk on the see-through glass.

My tiny Tallinn:

I am surprised how pretty we are on this picture.
This proves, that if we try really hard, we can trick people into thinking that we are good-looking:

The next stop was my summer cottage, to show the Austrian how flat our country really is and to enjoy something really Estonian - sauna and beer:

I am never too fat, he is too weak. 

Wasps were drinking our beverages faster than we did:

Fred took along his bow, because boys like to play Robin Hood.
Half of the arrows were lost on the field, sad Fred was sad.

"Do I have to spell it out?"

Volleyball court done out of lanyard and bird netting.
Little DIY project:

"hands up, baby, hands up
gimmie your heart, gimmie, gimmie your heart..."

"High five, dude":

Tallest Men in da house:

Lady Olja sleeping on a trolleybus:

Dat pickle!:

PETA's worst nightmare:

What's the secret of looking this good the day after?

Looking at the car: "Should I drive or not?":

to be continued...