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, May 30, 2019

Everything not saved will be lost – Berlin & Foals

Foals is our favourite band together with Fred. Oddly enough, even our engagement bracelets had a quote from Foals' lyrics. Such. Much. Fangirl. Also, the lead-singer Yannis is my "get out of jail free" card, which means I can sleep with him and Fred cannot get mad (he would totally high five me for that). Yes, this is the base of a healthy relationship.

We flew out to Berlin to see Foals live for the forth time and I promise that there will be many more, because everything not saved will be lost.

Berlin greeted us with warm weather,
so it was really nice to sweat again after long winter:

We found a speak easy, but sadly it wasn't what we expected:

Last days as a 27 years old:

Cheap good drinks and warm hazy summer evening:

First bare legs of 2019:


We moshed, we jumped, we exchanged sweat.
It was amazing!:

That day my fashion inspiration was an orange:

Fred is working for one electric bicycle company based in Berlin,
so I finally could keep up with Fred's speed:

We cycled though insane amount of kilometres,
so we had to get some fuel:

I was the fastest gun in Texas:

I was proudly labelled:

Academic research shows that riding a bicycle makes you more awesome
than the general population:

In cheap random food we trust:

And Berlin photo-booth pictures are a must:

I have no more flight tickets booked for this year and surprisingly I am fine with it,
he keeps me entertained:

Sunday, May 26, 2019

28th time around the sun

This week was my 28th time around the sun anniversary. As we arrived back from Berlin during the same time, it was my wish to keep it humble and spend the day a home. The age does matter, since never did I thought that it would be so pleasing to put together IKEA bed that I bought myself for my birthday. Yes, I thought that that would be the peak moment of my birthday. 

However, Fred had planned differently. 
He told me to put on my best dress and brush my teeth, because he was tired of being my Instagram husband and booked a professional photoshoot session with Merilin Mandel as my birthday present. 
*ok, bye. died from happiness* 

She made me feel so beautiful. We had so much fun. She delivered these photos so fast and it was so difficult pick the best ones. This experience was so worth putting on my graduation dress (please act really surprised one month from now, when you see this dress again)

Also, my Fred is my centre if I spin away.
Aitäh, kalla!

The photoshoot location was very "us" as well,
this is the place where Šarik has made many poops and there's many to come:

That day 28th years ago my Mom gave birth to me in a car.
Still makes me giggle:

That moment when you try to smell your breath,
but fail to diagnose it every time:

Yes, this dress is H&M (Conscious Exclusive).
Yes, I love it:

I have heard that after certain age it is only downhill:

I am intelligent, gifted and beautiful woman
and I do my best to maximise my special abilities.
(before my master thesis I was unable to say it out loud. now I can)

Mustamäe or Weirwood at Winterfell?

Me: trying to suffocate him with love
He: trying to print out those divorce papers

Yes, I have big feet,
but no storm can take me down:

caps lock happy:

28 degrees and no cloud in sight,
this is how 22th of May has to look like:

My prettiest angle is when my face is not showing:

5 seconds later I fell on my face:

The ants biting my ass gave me this very profound face:

Wishing for...

...legalised cannabis:

Your usual chilling-in-the-forest-with-fancy-dress-on moment:

Chasing stars my boys:

Adopt, don't shop:

What's cooking, good-looking?:

Lean mean fart machine, Šarik:

While we were running someone was clapping,
but it was just my tights cheering me:

Never too old for a good love-bite:

My back is full of weird hokey pokey marks:

Šarik saw a squirrel.
"Ok, bye!":

The whole family after that bloody squirrel:

Let me just push my finger into your buttearhole: 

I have had the same emergency contact person since I was 18
and I married that goofy boy. Well played, Wilma!:


One of the best birthday presents I have ever received, 
so yet again Fred is winning the "Boyfriend of the year" award (no one else is even trying).
I can only praise Merilin Mandel! She made me feel good, she was super quick 
and the pictures are mic drop quality. Thank you!

Sunday, May 19, 2019

I'll see your Thailand and raise you Riga

I am a new person with lower pulse and wider smile. Fred and I decided to warm up our love life, that has been hibernating the past two years. To do so, we went to the capital of romance - Riga.

The skin's so bright, it burns your eyes.
Yes, I function as a reflector:

It still hurts him to think back to that one time when he got a speeding ticket in Latvia.
Even Mister Perfect fails:

I gave five star rating to my Uber ride:

We went all fancy and rented a place in the old town,
so home bar was just 10 seconds away:

Almost 28 and still not using make-up. The pimples and designer bags under my eyes are my best friends. Only thing I am sad about is that I have had glasses so long time, that people tend to forget how I looked without them. Saving money as we speak to fix my vision:

I forgot to add blue to my outfit,
in that case I would have look like Estonian flag:

Let's just have a moment to check the prices:

When I die, then please bury me in IKEA coffin DÖD:

Trying the spot all the amazing new stuff I could have in my home:

Straight to my birthday present!

She rollin', they hatin':

IKEA is just our thing. It brings back the funky memories while living in Sweden. It reminds us our very first own home. Sweet Jesus, we even spent our first wedding anniversary at IKEA. 
Thank you, Ingvar Kamprad for making us feel so good:

Look at this bloody adult enjoying her birthday present:


Spring brings new hope:

Littles gets aways ins Rigas withs mys husbands:

My powerful work crew:

So happy that Riga office welcomed me with open arms:

I even managed to pop by Helsinki the same week
and scored pretty graduation shoes
 (if I am not graduating, then I can collect my tears in them)