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.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Being absolutely fabulous in London

There's two big  in my life: Õnne 13 and Absolutely Fabulous. After seeing the latter movie in the cinema (OMG! What if they would make an Õnne 13 movie!) I just had to buy the tickets to London. 
My dear Patsy lives there, a strong independent woman with an edgy fashion taste, who happens to smoke a lot. I actually lived in England for a year a long long time ago(when Boiler Room was just a small thing you streamed every Tuesday) and now I started to miss the big city life. 

Look at the Mommy's Snowflake together with badass background:

The best product placement for Phonica Records:

I do not like changes, I live by the traditions.
While in London, Dishoom is a must:

Keep the liquid lunch coming:

Throwback to 2014.
Dishoom keeps on delivering:

The moment when lil bro prefers Facebook and Grindr to sweet old sister:

The moment when he thinks that surrogacy = 
taking woman A's menstruation blood + mixing it with man B sperm + putting it into woman C's uterus.

это жизнь:

"Fuck EU, love USA":

Route Fulham Brodway with mah bro:

Normal people were working on Friday, thus I had some time alone.
Perfect time to be an embarrassing tourist:

Ben being all Big:

Throwback to year 2010,
nineteen year old Fred and I drinking from a plastic bag across the Palace of Westminster.
Keep it classy:

After Patsy came home from work we opened bottles of corner-shop piss 
and trash-talked all the boys on this planet:

The girl who lives in Sweden and has a lack of access to alcohol 
pani londi likku:

Kät came over from Paris,
so Eddie, Patsy and Bubbles were united:

Throwback to 2014.
More issues than Vogue - The Powerpuff Girls:

After long Friday night
Saturdays needs to start with mimosa:

Sunglasses = best cure for puffy red eyes:


I cut my hair off and feels so good (although you don't even see it, but I lost like 3kg):

"So Ramadanman and Pearson Sound are the same guy?":

High as a kite:

Patsy is always in my heart!

Sovetskoje always in our mouth:

Cheers! xx

Thursday, September 15, 2016

ERASMUS reunion

Year 2012 I packed my bags and moved to Stockholm to do my ERASMUS exchange. Sweet džeišuš how glad I am that I got a room in Lidingö student housing, since my neighbours turned out to the coolest people ever. European Union is fucking fabulous and bus can swim!

My Italian neighbour and I have ended up in Stockholm again,
which meant it was perfect time for our German Mister to visit us:

As I once again live at student housing (although not as fancy as Lidingö, nothing beats that mansion),
we decided to honour the 'family dinner' tradition (at Lidingö I spent most of my time sitting in the corridor not in my room)

The Friday night kit in Sweden:

One does not simply go wrong with rhubarb and salmon:

That night we had a dinner at the Italian's place.
The food was yummy and our Lidingö 6th floor Spotify playlist kept on delivering:

The day after we ate like 2litres of gelato.

Stockholm is having a September heatwave, it's still like 25 degrees.
Sweaty situation:

Sweden = dogs everywhere.

Last glimpse of sun before never-ending darkness:

As said gelato went straight from our lips to our hips:

This neighbourhood is the best in Stockholm.
Cute as fuck:

The art of making pictures with timer:

One of the best years of my life, something to tell my grandkids:

On Sunday it was fun day and we went to the amusement park.
My grandfather gave me the money to go there on my birthday and I finally went.

You spin me right round, baby right round:

Kaki pole püksist kaugel:

Gröna Lund, my heaven:

Still the best Gröna Lund picture of all times.
2013 on my birthday this happened:

This year the eyes did not pop out that much:

My cup of tea:


Last day my German was here I took him to eat sausages
and he approved and put a quality mark on it:


Living the champagne lifestyle with Stockholm budget:

Hej, hej!:


"Are you okaaay?!":

My favourite picture of me and the Italian.
2012, on our student housing rooftop, breaking more rules than we can imagine 
and having the time of our lives:

New Year's Eve, sending 2012 away.
My German milkshake brought all the girls to the yard:

Nobody canna cross it, 
bus can swim: