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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Monday, June 19, 2017

My delayed birthday party

I can now safely say that approximately one month after the real date my birthday celebrations are finally over. 
I was pampered. I was loved. I was hugged. I was made so bloody happy. 
Like this picture below illustrates, I genuinely like to be in the spotlight and on birthdays I don't have to hide it.

The feeling we got after I admitted that I have gained some extra kilos:

With the support of my friends I can do anything!

Being a host is so much pressure! I forgot so many things, like to serve the ice-cream. DISASTER! It is always a real struggle to make everyone feel welcome. I forgot to check out the gifts and discovered lovely notes like three days later. I should have thanked more and hugged more. The gifts were ideal and I didn't even have to use my fake this-gift-is-so-awesome face, but actually thinking what-the-hell-am-I-going-to-do-with-this-crap (gifts like living hamster or a book What to Expect When You’re Expecting when you are just fat). 
My friends know me better than that or Fred gave them really good tips. AITÄH SÕBRAD!

G made a bitchin' cake.
I salute her!:

The Uber driver was waiting, the neighbours were watching,
but one does not leave from my birthday party without a picture:


My doors are open for early birds and later comers.
Come as you are:

Even cute Mister Squirrel dropped by.
First it was cute and all,
but now he is eating my plants and the friendship is over!

"She's not handling this 40 thing too well, is she? I mean, golly, I wish I could tell her it's no big deal. I had a ball on my 40th birthday. I felt really strong, really sorted-out about it. I realized what a lucky, wonderful person I was. And whether in your 30s or your 40s, you're still the same gorgeous person. 
Enjoy life!
-When will you be 50?
She hasn't started 50 therapy yet."

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