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, June 27, 2018

Midsummer Jaan & Jaanika at Jäneda

I wish I could say that I am like a sunshine that lights up the room. However, I am like nuclear disaster – I light up the room and then all the weird shit starts to happen. Mushrooms grow legs and people need doctor after they have met me. 

Every year the Midsummer forecast is the same – 
fun and tipsy, with a chance of drunk.

Every four years we get intensly excited over football 
and friends arrive to our summer cottage with TV in their hands:

The Traffic Light, new single out in June 2019.
Includes singles like "You better stop, before you hurt me" and "Go-go-go!":

The famous yoga pose "Welcoming the liquid dinner":


When small kittens try to play it tough:

3am we decided not to worry anymore
and become awesome instead:

I got emotional being so blessed to have such quality friends around me.

Everybody was walking home, somehow we stayed behind and 4am fashion was about to happen.
All the shit Tyra Banks ever thought us is here:

Our fashion tip number 1 is to have handbag big enough to fit a wine bottle:

Morning wood:

The ease you feel after having massively full bladder:

Next morning the heart was warm and the water was cold:

Bitches love flowers:

Heathens celebrating summer solstice:

Some make wreaths of flowers, some live bigger than others 
and make a proper hat, because size matters!:

No beauty sleep,
just naturally pretty:

When Jaanika accidentally found the perfect Jaan:

Scandinavian minimalism is the hottest trend around:

We are best friends forever, because we already know too much about each-other: 

Is it know too late to say that I peed in the sandbox, where all the gaming takes place?
Never too old:

The last ones standing/ lõpubossid:

The pictures were just a teaser, now comes the reality.
My Midsummer 2018:

NEVER FORGET! Midsummer 2017:

Sunday, June 24, 2018

Honeymoon in Scotland. 2 of 2

Let's now wrap our Scotland trip up with how Fred fulfilled his lifelong dream to visit paradise Isle of Islay. 
In case you missed the last post click here.


We woke up early to take the boat to the Isle of Islay:

The saturation of distilleries on the island is insane, so our route was planned accordingly.
First stop: Lagavulin:

Paula started her whisky adventure from very high quality. Corner shop piss will now never do.
She's no basic bitch, she's quality:

The only woman in the sea of penises:

Fred and Ottomar attended Lagavulin warehouse tasting
and they came multiple times:

Ottomar got to taste whisky straight from the cask,
it was such an honourable event,  that I suppressed my urge to Photoshop some dicks here:

Bros before hoes:

Even Bilbo popped by:

Alright, he wasn't Bilbo, he was legendary Ian McArthur. 
In other words, if Fred and I will get a divorce, he will marry him (if in hurry, start from 1:27):

You ask, what did I do in the meantime?
I was counting sheep and cows:

Next stop: Laphroaig:

Laphroaig distillery is surrounded by empty land. It carried the fresh spring water to the premises, which is pretty essential for the whisky production. To ensure water flow and in the same time avoid shady real estate development, a piece of this land is given to Laphroaig friends.
Fred now owns a piece of land on the Isle of Islay and put an Estonian flag on it:

The happiest landowner:

It warms my heart to see Fred to be thrilled to bits with whisky.
He is not that mellow like some of you think:

Happy boys:

The love island:

After eating fish and chips I felt so goooooood:

The pirate of the East:

He has quite big cannon between his legs:


Ain't no mountain high enough,
ain't no legs wide apart enough:

We arrived to Edinburgh and put some Mexican yummy in our tummies:

Edinburgh meant A. LOT. OF. stairs,
my ass is pretty firm now:

Look at this bloody tourist at the Royal Mile:

Tequila I handle just fine.
It's men in kilts that make my clothes fall off:

Edinburgh was absolutely stunning:

Bitches love flowers:

Deep-fried Mars bar is a notorious part of Scotland's unhealthy diet.

A random EMO kid with three wild flowers:

I love him so much that it is hard to breathe:

Megan stole my heart during my Erasmus exchange in Stockholm.
Make hugs not war!:


Wicked tunes are incoming:

That moment when antique furniture is ridiculously cheap
and you are calculating if it fits in your carry-on:

Workout is a total waste without a photo to prove it:

Back in Glasgow where we started our trip:

Fred is high on life. And whisky.
Mostly whisky:

Fred is worried that he is not saving enough for his retirement alcohol.

If gingers bring good luck,
then I am the happiest and luckiest Wilma alive:

It was not intended that one of us would stay our of the frame.

The Pot Still and whisky.
Since no great stories started with the word "salad":

Thank you Scotland, you were so kind towards us. 
We are pretty sure that we will meet you soon again!