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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Sunday, September 16, 2018

How we got a dog?

Last three weeks we have had a third edition to our family, 
a dog named Šarik. 
*still cannot believe it*

I have always had a dog and a cat, for me family without animals is just silly. We have had the talk with Fred for quite some time. To be fair we even googled a bit, joined some Facebook groups to get into the "Dog people" cycle, but this all was planned to become reality after I had graduated. But sometimes life just happens.


1. Besides puppies we also checked shelter dogs all around Estonia 
and every time we ended up on Šarik in Valga:


2. During the summer we stumbled on his picture again and again,
until one August day we decided to finally meet him. 
Several hour drive. 
The heartbreak that shelters have to offer. 
The unforgettable first glimpse at Šarik.
We just knew that we could not leave him there:


3. It was barely three weeks ago, but the below picture just brakes my heart.
I was just minutes after we had said "Yes" and signed all the legal documents. 
We put him into our car and drove away. He was very confused and his appearance was rugged:


4. His previous owner has passed away and Šarik was left behind without a human. 
That said, he is not a street stray or anything. 
He is just this country gentleman, who needed some love:


5. After one and half hour (!) at the grooming salon we have now this handsome Šarik:


6. I introduced Šarik to our dearest ones and my family dog Tibi,
who came to our life when I was just twelve years old: 


7. Step by step we are trying to get to know each-other. Combining my full time job and studies with dog duties is tough, but we have never regretted our decision. Thanks to Fred and my grandparents we are giving Šarik as much love as possible. 
Shout out to all the single parents out there, you are superheroes! 


Now we can blame all our farts on him:



Sunday, September 09, 2018

Neringa digs Andrej 2018

How many times have you been to Lithuania? For me it was the third time and the most festive – it overshadowed my 18 year old's booze cruise and the Foals concert (wow, did I just say that? It was a cool gig, but Yannis not proposing to me and not marrying me was kind of a turn off) in Vilnius last year. This time my colleague Neringa got married! So let me introduce you to Lithuania at its finest.

Neringa digs Andrej 2018


On Thursday Fred and I inserted Vilnius on Google Maps and inaugurated our road trip named 
"Let's test the limits of our love by taking 8h drive together":


On Friday I worked at our Vilnius office,
which also was the pre-wedding hub with full of excitement and champagne:


The Civil Status Office (Leedu Õnnepalee) was conveniently just across the road.
Here she is just minutes away from "I do": 


Meanwhile we left Vilnius for hour and half long drive and arrived to the "Cвадьба" festival grounds.
There, my colleagues and I had an 100% success rate, since none of us were wearing the same outfit
(fashion company problems):


After getting to know the place the starring couple arrived and we were well prepared for them: 


Long live the husband and wife!


To honour Neringa's new surname, the family flag was erected:


The professionals a.k.a. already married:


Let me introduce the Lithuanian food menu.
First of all, can we pay our respects to the small bunnies on the table:


I learned that food without a shape from real life is just dull and ridiculous.
Also, I learned that the real magic mushrooms are made in Lithuania out of sugar and dough:


True Lithuanian represents: the art of food
(nevermind the bunnies now, look on the right at the wood logs (ribs) covered with mushrooms):


HANDS UP THOSE WHO ARE HAVING A GOOD TIME!
WHOOP! WHOOP!


Jay-Z + Beyonce and Victoria + David 
are nothing compared to us:


Grandmother's approval is the highest praise of them all:


The heels came off and comfortable dance shoes went on:


Casually high-fiving the groom for a good job:


The wedding band killed it,
the fans loved it:


Latvians and Lithuanias side by side:


Let me introduce the f-u-n-n-i-e-s-t guest there was.
The pure excitement over "meat bunnies", the misinterpretation of Lithuanian traditions
and eagerness to try EVERYTHING just melted my heart away. 
That Dane was having the time of his life! Tack, att du finns!:


After that wedding I can't get Lykke Li "I follow rivers" out of my head.
IT'S MADNESS, I SAY!:


The only Russian word we know
 (except all the ugly words that cannot be told if mom is around):


"And they lived happily ever after" moment:


Hands down, this is something I have NEVER seen before,
Šakotis or raguolis as a wedding cake
and a big ass chainsaw to cut it open.
Tehke järgi või makske kinni:


I soaked in everything Lithuanian culture had to offer:


At midnight our wedding anniversary began.


The only downside of being married is that 
I cannot attend the flower bouquet throwing tradition:


Sometimes loose, always win:


It's a good sign when maid of honour catches the bouquet,
also she is very much in love, so it plays out right:


Her boyfriend tried to catch the groom's corsage:


But they already had the jackpot:


Sending away August together with summer in a proper way:


A quick beauty sleep was needed:


Good morning, Lithuania!


A wild potato appeared at the breakfast;


A quick meat bunny and sugar mushroom before we go-go:


Hello September, we were not ready for you:


Although wedding lasted for another day it was time to head back to Estonia,
but before, a last picture with the colleagues:


Before driving back to Estonia,
Fred and I had a romantic 1 wedding anniversary dinner: 


I love you more than Ingvar Kamprad loves Elmtaryd and Agunnaryd:

In the end there's only love