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.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Sweden, here we come.

I had forgotten about how much I like blogging. It used to be difficult because most of my friends had blogs and we basically blogged about the same things, yet from different angles. Now I'm the only one left.  Perhaps the Wilma Circus inside me is useful once I move to Sweden in September.
Yes, the description below the header says  "I split myself between three places (Stockholm-Tallinn-London)" and it will not be a lie anymore. Moving back to Sweden. 

It was my last day at work today. 
Here I'm concerned about the future, do I really have to become a hooker?:

At least it is nice and summery outside, 
my only worry right now is sunscreen:

 I'm afraid of ships, therefore I have to ride the horses to Sweden:

As a birthday gift I received an opportunity to lend my voice to a cartoon, 
Soon in cinemas:

Whatever shit future brings I have this monster to protect me:

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Käsmu and Eurovision

Eurovision is the national sport and needs serious measures, 
so we made a little getaway to Käsmu to watch it.

Before LGBT Olympics, a little sauna was in order.
 Käsmu - where fairies and unicorns are born:

Ott and I burned the meat, since we knew nothing about grilling. Lack of patience and thereof.
My Mister came to the rescue. (the meat was gluten free and full vegan, I promise):

"Good evening, Europe":

Markus has never looked that scared...:

...and this is the reason:
Florence was there:

And FKA Twigs:


The five hour competition was really tiresome, but our bedroom was awesome.
I flashed the morning joggers:
Good evening Europe and good morning Australia?!

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Birthday repress on 35mm

Nothing new to see here, just my birthday through another angle. This time I took out my analog camera, which had not been touched for six months, thus the white little stripes on pictures is just dust. 
No Photoshop, just dirty little camera.

The morning glory:

I got a handyman, who installed my birthday flowers on the windowsill:

My face tells you that it has just woken up:

Killing pineapple:

The scenery brings out the beautiful features of my face:

MC Wilma Circus:

I needed to pee:

Just ate a bug:

I met this awesome posh tennis player, 
who likes to wear his clothes wrapped around his shoulders:

Me so pretty. Such much pretty:

Kopli gangsters, who steal kittens from the rich and sell them to the poor:


My twisted Misters and I:

I wanted to kiss him, but he has a girlfriend now, 
so I guess that's off the table:

"What ya talkin' 'bout??"

"I'll be this fat, when I'm 42":

Classical blurry taxi ride home:

Also classical headache the day after with Fritz lemonade to comfort me:

Life's a fast car, yo. Enjoy the ride:

Sunday, May 24, 2015

My birthday. One step closer to becoming vintage.

I would describe myself as a socially open penguin, instead of an awkward one, therefore people and talking and more talking is totally me. Answering phone calls and accepting gifts is something I enjoy oh-so-very-very-much. Favourite day of the year = birthday!
Egoism keeps me going since 1991.

I got a day off from work, which usually means my snoring nose against his ear until it is an ungodly hour. However on my birthday the Mister ran away before I even understood that it was daytime (mandatory video) and woke me up with chocolates that said "Olen paras pähkel" (You're nuts):

My life is sponsored by & Other Stories. Simples. Pure joy and love.
+ I got a bitchin' teakettle. Everything related to tea, I must has:

The tits got some decorations + & Other Stories dress I wore later that day.

My Mister is the best. He smells good. He looks good. He cooks good.
Brekkie on the balcony:

I wanted to pimp my looks, but did not have time for a boobjob and was too wuss for a tattoo.
Instead I made a soft core makeover at the hairdresser's. YES IT IS DIFFERENT, BUY GLASSES.

Last year (2014) on my birthday at Merivälja:

This year, the same place, 10°C difference.
Not sure if ice age or old people just feel as they are freezing all the time?

I was pretty happy. 
Especially considering those funny Facebook messages from my grandmothers:

Then we went to Tops to meet up my koorekiht.
(koorekiht = person who you know well and who you like a lot, but who is usually not a member of your family)
Here Pärna explains his dream, which made him bring lilies for me:

When I visited Berlin I fell in love with lemonade Fritz. (Try, it is mmmmmmm *drools a little*!) Thankfully it also arrived to Tallinn, however it is 3€ more expensive than in Berlin...so I buy one bottle a week or two at parties. Rest of the time I mix it with Mõmmi lemonade.
Yet boys gave me the whole box of it for my birthday!!!!

Last year my friends gave me money for driving school and I still do not have any licence. 
Now they want to know where did their investment go? 
I have a serious pressure here, I will not be a disappointment

Fuck wrinkles, I smile as much as I want:

Free hugs and drugs:

All my female friends live abroad,
a.k.a.  = sausage party!:

I ordered only few snacks, but three pitchers full of kurgijook (gin + Sprite + mineral water + cucumber). 
Balanced and identical intoxication for the win:

After school lessons were over, Karl arrived.
I didn't want to let go. (note the cucumber party on the table)

I cannot describe how special these two gentlemen are 
and how happy they make me feel:

When I blew out the candles from my birthday cake, I wished for that once in my lifetime all my best friends would be at my birthday party not fapping in Paris/London/Liverpool/Stockholm.
But at least I'm never alone:

Karl just did his first movie. I have seen it, he has not. I explained. I described. 
He asked. We analysed the subject: "Estonian film industry - full crap or artsy fart?"

Better late than never!
Ester's boyfriend has a birthday on the same day as I do, therefore they had some family matters before coming over. But they did come over. Warm hugs!:

Usually I'm dull, but sometimes I nail the joke:

My humble gratitude towards everyone who called, messaged me or remembered me any other way. Special thanks go to my grandmothers, who does not  bother to call me anymore. At least their Facebook messages are the best there is with more witty 'grandma burn' than should be allowed. My Mister should have his own throne and have a rap-album "Watch the throne", since he is the king of everything. My friends, who came over to Tops. My friends, who didn't come to Tops. My friends, who forgot (well, well). Ladies, who sent me a video of them singing Smilers in London. Kisses to awesome theatre ladies Evelin Võigemast, Külli Teetamm and Harriet Toompere for being born the same day as me. Hõissa!