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, July 31, 2022

Wilma Circus July 2022

These random monthly recaps serve as a remedy for my mental heath. Therapist approves.

However as I am going through some rough times, I see myself losing the will to conduct these posts. The picture pile up until I force myself to work them through. It's always a bumpy start, but in the end it's rewarding. 

July has been a true shitstorm. After the sadness has absorbed me, I look at the recap pictures and the weddings, random happy moments and #koorekiht emerge. This makes me feel that maybe, just maybe, I am able to survive this.

1st of July
For safety reasons the tram was standing still 
and for fashion reasons the ladies were Vogue:

2nd of July

3rd of July
First comes love, then comes marriage
and them comes baby and a dog in a different carriage:

4th of July
Walking on sunshine with poopy bags:

5th of July
Cancelled my mom duties to do some socialising with adults:

6th of July
Spoiler alert: Pam-Pam is now a mom-mom:

7th of July
Enough with social interaction, not using my vocal cords for 24h:

8th of July
When Sweden meets Pebbles:

9th of July
We love the sound of rain pattering outside the window,
because it sounds like bacon frying:

10th of July
Zoo and Heidi Klum's seal:

11th of July
Life is a picnic with Nummi:

12th of July
Remember this short legged handsome? 
Despite losing his hearing, Šarik is one good boyyyyeeee:

13th of July
Fred the business man was on a business trip and first time I was alone with the baby overnight.
Not fun. Not Easy. Losing my mind:

14th of July
The battery was running low, but fake it until you make it:

15th of July
First I was jumping, then I lifted my leg up.
During the third day alone, I just laid there on my back:

16th of July
All you single parents out there, massive respect:

17th of July
The Fred returned and the family is relived:

18th of July I
The parking lot squad:

18th of July II
The balcony squad:

19th of July
Green big leaves, the traditional story about where newborn babies come from.
And I found one: 

20th of July
Vilja, Vilja, kunagi blogi jätkata pole hilja:

21st of July
The tram terminates here.
Maybe or maybe not we sat there, at the station, almost two hours.
Like in life, we don't have a proper destination:

22nd of July
Tried to be Greek goddess, 
but cannot hide my Estonian peasant genes:

23rd of July
OÜ Koorekiht advisory board meeting:

24th of July
The birthday BOYYYEEE,
the farm GÖÖÖRLLL:

25th of July
Accidentally I didn't end up at home
so same underwear and pants was a must (maybe I haven't brushed my teeth either):

26th of July
When you walk in the park and stumble upon other Momagers:

27th of July
When life sucks, I stay in my kimono:

28th of July
Rehearsing the DJ set for the day after:

29th of July
Ignored self-pity and low energy
and became fabulous for Ottomar's wedding:

30th of July
The flower bed is full of adorable blossoms.

31st of July
When life continues to suck, I will not change my clothes:

Võta oma "viimane taks" ja pista see...

Cancel my trips and RSVP 'No' to weddings – 
the last day of July is forever booked in my calendar
for the brightest blossom in the flower bed. 
Proof 1 (link)
Proof 2 (link)
Proof 3 (link)
Proof 4 (link)
Proof 5 (link)

We live:

We laugh:

We love:

The usual "now comes 9 pictures" talk: 

After 3 shots people start warming up:

Algul ei saa vedama, 
pärast ei saa pidama:

Hakuna matata, pole-pole.

Friday, July 29, 2022

Ilveste pidu

Our Noah's Arc got an honourable addition, 
since Ottomar Tammik is now a married man.

My outfit of the day – curtain with useful pockets:

The Lynx Festival:

Ottomar's dad conducted the ceremony brilliantly.
Alas, Fred and I got a special mentioning how our secret wedding killed O's bank account
and hindered him from flying to Berlin to get some worthy cuddles. Apologies!

Tying the knot, quite literally:

Like a boss, arrives with his own chair that he made himself:


Two married couples and the ones that live in sin:

My very humble approach of not stealing the thunder from my friends:

Tip for future weddings
Instead of making ladies catch the bouquet, make the gentlemen sweat over the champagne cork
(very disappointed in Erik's performance, only protecting his crotch at all cost): 

The family dinner:

That sneaky "I love disco balls" face:

Did the summer even happen 
if one does not take couple pictures on a field?

"I'm sorry that my crotch is more important that marriage with you":

Pärna has flashbacks of his own wedding and what happened nine months after:

The oriGINal beauties:

Playing hard to get:

DJs rehearsing their set behind the barn:

The perfect light makes us younger:

Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere:

DJs rehearsing their set behind the decks:

And then I sang "You’re Beautiful" and took my clothes off as James Blunt did:

The happy couple was even happier that I kept my clothes on during the speech

"KIBEEEE" and we were pressured into kissing in front of many many people.
My fingers are doing the talking:

Limbo = the goal is, at all cost, NOT to spill the drink:

The DJs were on fire:

One Nummi a day keeps doctor away:

The midnight ritual, the peasants burned some manors:

Sending away the maiden name:

Long live the married couple and Ärtu: