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.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Christmas wiggle and jiggle

Christmas 2016 in a nutshell.
(Naughty or nice?)

1. My office that consist of three people decided to have a Christmas breakfast at Tchaikovsky.
Always classy, never trashy:

The most terrible first world problem is all-you-can-eat buffet.
Cannot stop...must take more:

2. Christmas is the most beautiful time of the year, then the Estonias who live abroad crawl back to the Motherland. That's why I had the possibility to hug Ella and Nelson 

Strike a pose!:

3. Look what the cat dragged in from Australia.
Pam froze her ass off, since she doesn't do winter anymore:

Shitty phone picture is shitty,
but Kopli friendship is real:

4. And then there's the ginger who always is around, or at least you thought so 
until she said that she is moving to Poland. Okou!:

One glass of Limoncello later we looked even prettier:

5. Little brother came home for Christmas and needed a new Tinder profile picture:

The lack of vitamin D and thereof:

Girls just want to have funDAMENTAL rights:

I cannot believe that she is a grandmother.
She is the hottest granny there is:

Hugs and drugs:

Thinking about how naughty and/or nice we were in 2016:

"Sup, dawg?!"

6. My colleague made the coolest gingerbread-man:

6. We also tried to take a "I have a relationship and you don't!" Christmas photo:

7. Breakfast-brunch-lunch-nibble-dinner and repeat.
We escaped the Christmas feast and went to Viru bog:

Fresh air intoxication at its best:

Some kilos were gained and some presents were given.
Great success:

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Look at this f***ing blogger

When I started this blog 89,9% of my best friends also had one. Having a blog was as usual as wearing underwear or brushing your teeth. Now I'm among the two people who have stuck to it, to be fair I don't wear underwear nor brush my teeth that often anymore (joke!...or is it?...)
I started the Wilma (and the Fred came along) journey as a party blog, when I was 17 and my dad went to Brazil. OH MY LORD! What a blurry time it was. Then it became my diary when I moved abroad and now it is my backup disc in case my computer explodes (or I get Alzheimer's).

Now let's see what I ate and pooped and did these last two weeks.

I went to NOA restaurant and tried to be sophisticated however I failed, 
since I showed skin between my socks and pants. The pope sent me an angry e-mail:

Foie gras slider was the starter aaaand I had a food orgasm.Yes, I made a squeaky sound while biting it (by 'it' I mean the food not Fred):

O-T was so disappointed about the food that he threw his food at the waiter and asked his money back. 
(Actually no, he just gave feedback as Estonians do: silent hate + "Thank you") 

On Sunday I was home alone. It felt nice to sleep alone. To run naked around the house and then covering myself with random rags just to photograph the sunrise (-8 degrees):

As my friends were scattered around the country, the traditional Sunday dinner was canceled.
However we did Sunday dinner the lady edition with cocktails:

My life is caps lock fabulous!:

The topics that were discussed:

Viive 46, las ta pillub oma jäsemeid, kui tahab:

Embrace your tummies, 
the Christmas is next week:

My colleagues served me Christmas Spirit straight from the holiday oven:

The office glamour at 7pm, completely dark, not a single sound.
Just the Christmas elves watching:

Best "Christmas" ad so far:

Tuesday, December 06, 2016

Grown-up life at its finest! Sunday dinners.

A month has passed in Estonia, the daily routine has been established. It's ok, I'm ok. 
By the way, I didn't drink alcohol for a month and that felt nice, as the drinking habits here created stress for me. Although last Sunday I found myself drinking wine and maybe I did not remember what was done and said. Whatever, I do what I want, when I want and how I want. #grownwoman

Career wise there's only positive news, in January I get even more responsibilities and I continue to try to be the best at everything I do. Fred also got a job! 
1. Now we need an apartment (maybe happens in January).
2. We need a dog (happens after apartment), browsing the dawg.com every day.
3. Should start buying white clothes.
4. Should push out a baby...
Grown-up life at its finest!


Got a Black Night Film Festival pass and watched a record amount of films. 
Also I ate record amount of times at Tokumaru

When a sweet girl tries to be ghetto
and just fails miserably:

The Noku is the best place to be (good luck google translating it!):

The moment I told Ott that Jay-Z cheated on Beyoncé.

Victoria Secret angels after the runway grabbing a beer and talking about world peace:

"Hmm, should I stay or should I go?":

Aga peoks ei lähe"
Ott invited us over, however did not wish to meet the police again:

NB! Did not know that the picture was taken! #nofilter #wokeuplikethis:

As we were given such a classy invitation, we just couldn't refuse the Sunday dinner at Ott's place.
(got the most perfect haircut in London and I am afraid that the magic does not happen twice):

Cheesy party:

The official members of the Noah's arc:

The rest of the Noah's arc, all coupled up:

Look at me! I'm a big girl now!:

Found myself a new Laine,
found myself a new Eddie,
found a new friend:

The original happy meal:

I love this boy:

Probably made a good joke two seconds before.
Sometimes lose, always win:

This pictures describes our relationship so well:
weird trio, never third wheels, always best friends:

Ps. At work I am writing copy in Swedish. Okou!