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, April 30, 2023

Wilma Circus in April 2023 – bye, bye Krissu Rosenkampf-Jägerfreund

Wilma went on Circus tour and travelled in April to France, Germany and Switzerland. And saw her friend getting married. How international! The first trip without Pebbles was adorable and Fred & I fell in love again.

In April we lost a golden star – Krissu Rosenkampf-Jägerfreund. He will be greatly
missed. Õnne lost a legend.

These were the major events in April.

Before I didn't event notice kids' corners at restaurants.
Now I cannot live without:

Owning the ugly hairdo:

Easter grumpy faces:

Cleaning out my closet:

Classy poop round:

Pebbles on wheels:

Fashion accessory = poopy bag:

Look, same day and same leg pose. 
Very original:

Damn, I like to look back, 
because I'm one hot piece of ass:

Family testing cargo bike fun:

Red neck, howdy!

The circle of vadž:

Let's enjoy spring in Estonia they said.
*wearing 10 layers of clothing*:

Sunday, April 23, 2023

Circus Tour in Switzerland, France and Germany – first trip without Pebbles

In my last post the wedding weekend happened. But actually we made a longer trip out of the occasion  Wilma & Fred left Pebbles behind. And had a blast without her. I mean, I love my kid, but it was nice to miss her, because I never do...since she is always around.

This is the story of Circus Tour in Switzerland, France and Germany. The story of magical mountains, blissful hotel service and lovely grown-up time.

The pink panther at Tallinn Airport:

The groom picked us up at the airport.
Fred and I look like we have had few drinks too many,
but Julian's ridiculously handsome smile is there even after dark:

Arrived at the cutest little village hotel.
The next moment we jumped into the big fluffy bed:


Ain't no mountains high enough,
ain't no grape yard big enough: 

Current destination: Germany
Destination in 5 minutes: Switzerland:

Spring had sprung:

I'm lost in life, does that count?

Hello, Basel! 
The first glimpse of expensive Swiss air:

If something was in bloom,
 the madame wanted a picture:

Vacation. Away from work. Away from kid. Away from winter.
Loving it:

Do we really have to picture EVERY flower?

Picking the perfect bicycle trailer to buy.
Planning to sell our car and go crazy:

Venetian vibe all the way:

Look at this bloody tourist walking into the Tea Room on the main square.
 Confiserie Schiesser established in 1890.
Wilma Circus established in 1991.

I love tea as much as Fred loves whisky:

No dogs allowed, 
but a lot of weed aroma very much allowed:

Talked about life,
walked 22 000 steps,
it was ZUPAH:

It looks like I'm wearing a religious gown,
but with a rebel attitude:

I felt pretty, SO pretty, SO pretty:
Fred felt so bored, SO bored:

This plant will decorate my future country house, thank you:

Hello, sexy!
What's your name, what's your number:

This will be my future country house, thank you:

You can truly tell that I live under a rock where winter never ends.
ALL pictures, I took, are in bloom:

With my emergency contact:

Madame arrived back at the hotel: 

The next morning.
On the left = my mood when hungry
On the right = my mood after few bites:

We rented a car and drove to Swiss mountains.
As Fred puts it: the closest he will ever get me to a ski trip:

Somewhere lost.
All the sheep had bells and it was a proper orchestra out there:

Lost my gondola virginity:

At the top of the mountain there was thick snow. So we took a cosy tea break.
And I felt like yodelling:

I believe I can fly,
I believe I can touch the sky:

Nice back yard you have there:

Enjoyed the view and ate some Berliner doughnut:

Even the mailbox says MOOO:

The we drove to France,
because why not:

The traffic was so much worse in France, 
but we didn't let the mood get down:

French know their food:

Aaaaaand then we drove to Germany.
The amount of "Welcome to..." SMS-es was getting ridiculous:

Freiburg and the church that survived II World War:

Next morning.
Me skipping to the breakfast. Did I tell you that I love hotel brekkie?:

Fred left his allergy medicine at home.
But the allergy-free me took the pollen all in:

The Sound of Music vibe:

Hiked a bit in the Blackwoods.
Did some romance there:

Bitchin' picnic spot:

I even bought some hiking clothes for this,
I'm truly adulting:

Acts like on top of the world,
actually is so so so scared of falling down from the cliff:

A shower later, I changed my sweats into a dress.
The wedding weekend started!

She took the lead to introduce everybody.
It was a cocktail of people all around the world:

Even Gustaf too his first trip abroard:

The rehearsal dinner:

Okei, nice love festival.
But I'm still just taking photos of the dog:

Arrived back to the hotel.
Just a seconds after the photo, we broke a lemonade glass bottle
and the whole hotel thought we were drunk as hell:

Next day it was the wedding day.
Take a look at the blog post about it.

Day after the wedding.
We were sleepy and I had a leg cramp from dancing,
a sing of a good night:

Took the last kilometres with our rental car:

In tea we trust:

And then I took my private plane back home:

Thank you Julian and Marit 
for giving us the reason to have such a lovely time.
See you soon in whatever country that will be!