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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Thursday, June 29, 2017

Jaan and Jaanika 2017 Hiiumaa edition.

Third time's a charm! I can now proudly confirm that going to Hiimaa for the Midsummer is our family's tradition. I first wrote 'New Year's Eve', but I can blame the alcohol fumes still left in my body after a proper weekend. Looking through these photos I got a tear in my eye, not sure if because I laughed so hard or because I got emotional being so blessed to have such quality friends around me.  

Alright, let me tell you about my Midsummer:
Previous memories of Hiiumaa:

 Ladies and gentlemen, my Fred cycled to Hiiumaa!
*everyone reading this must now stand up and do a slow-clap*
We, however, found an abandoned car at the harbour and 
fulfilled our lifelong dream to stand with our gang next to a car that has a bonnet open.

On the same day our host had received a masters degree
and a proper inauguration was in order:

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who's the smartest of us all:

On Thursday evening I took an early beauty sleep, 
because I knew that the next day things can get ugly.

On Friday morning wolves and a tiger made a morning run:

Do you see the sea?

Not peeing, just being all cute and summery:

Vibu the Whippet was whipping us up with her speed:

This counts as the first swim of the year:

Moves like a dog, but looks like planet Saturn:

All the love stories started on a swing during Midsummer.
As traditions are to be carried on, we tried to find our future husbands and wives:

Ott is a trendsetter with his Hawaiian shirt with palm trees on it, 
I just followed that sexy beast.

Note to self: shitty weather on Midsummer's day is such a myth:

A girl sending men off to sea:

Girl being happy that her boy was left behind:

Safety first!:

And they were off to find their mermaids:

Summer kicks ass:

I read that you have to pick 9 different flowers, make a flower-crown out of them 
and that night you might see your future husband in your dreams.
Gosh, how I understood wrong!
The modern tradition tells to sleep with 9 different guys during Midsummer's Eve 
and then you will dream about your favourite flower:

World wide web:

*wishing for bigger boobs*

This boy is on fireeeeeeeeee:

Noppimata õied:


You can try as hard as you want,
but you have nothing against the coolest Grandpa:

Doggo & friends:

"Damn, those humans are so silly!":


A game named Mölkky was the highlight of the Midsummer.
Basically it's like Eurovision, you want to hit that 12 points hard:

When a meat hits the sky,
say to that piggy goodbye,
'cause that's amore!

Bright nights and wide smiles:

"So you're trying to tell me that you left 2 litres of Gin behind on the mainland??!

When it's 6am and you convince people to take you to the beach.
(ain't fooling anyone with this black and white filter, our noses and eyes were very much red):

You wiggled
and he jiggled:

Sõuan elumere lainetes:

When bees flit from flower to flower the nectar sticks to their legs. 
The phrase "bee's knees" means sweet and good, 
because the knees of the bee are where all the sweet, good stuff is collected. 

The true pirate of Hiiubbean:

The moment you realise that gravity is a bitch and the Earth is moving too fast,
 so you just want to step off:

The day after was rainy.
The day after was cloudy.
Dixit was the only cure:

Doggos before bros:

Pancake monster:

All the bitches on the backseat going back to Tallinn:

EAS Enterprise Estonia payed us a lot of money to make a video for "Visit Saaremaa Hiiumaa".
Money well spent:

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