My New Year's Eve

The funeral of 2018 was humble and sweet. Firstly, as always I did not lie to myself about making big lifestyle changes, thus no New Year's resolutions for me. I just keep on keeping on. Secondly, I paused the significant pressure to have crazy mad fun on New Year's Eve and just chilled with friends. Congratulation to me on reaching an age where I wake up on 1st of January at the exact time when I used to went to sleep.  

Just seconds away from burning my fingers:

I brushed my teeth and even put on some deodorant for the funeral of 2018:

I got a new camera lens from Santa and

now my dog seems kilometres long, never-ending sausage:

2019 is all about fucking the gravity:

Significant evening needs more than a basic outfit:

He pretends to eat me up and I only have 1 silly face in my manual,

everything is as it should be:

Our bookself is Bitchin':

A tiny fartface before we go-go:

We popped by this fancy setting,

it felt really grown-up:

This is my New Year's Eve coat, which I only wear once a year.

F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S:

Friends and, more importantly,

crisps (god bless):

I was not a show off, I was freeeeeeezing.

I should have skipped the dress and put on pyjama instead, nobody would have noticed:

We start thinking about new favourite colour, when a darker colour will be invented:

On the next episode of The Bold and the Beautiful –

Ridge tries to marry Brooke again, but Eric is on the way:

Living the fabulous lifestyle with Mõmmi lemonade budget:

Yes, this was were the hobbits lived in the movie Lord of the Rings:

The midnight was approaching and

the weather became worse and worse:

My coat works as a reflector:

23:55

Time for haircut and a new tattoo:

Premature evacuation:

We hope that weather stays this shitty forever:

Waiting for the tram like AWYEAH!:

Sparkles are awesome!!!!:

Baltastic romance:

It was so cold, but sparkles kept us warm:

Hello, 2019!

I can now put this coat in the closet for 365 days: