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

If you have any questions: hemafruu@gmail.com.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Kersten's birthday.

Among my friends the event of the year is not Õllesummer, but Kersten's birthday. 
How could it be any other way? 
Kersten - giving new quality to entertainment since 1986.

Ladies and a Gentleman before the event. 
(Trying out the fluffy Versace carpet. Oh, yes!): 


"Let me just rest my head a little."
Ella was leaving the next day, Eastern- Europe had taken the best of her:


Kaur is so ashamed, that he turned his head away:

Espiritworks only plays exclusive lives only twice a year:


Looks like hell:

tsuuh-tsuuh train:

Long live Kersten 
(Moeviin was all out that evening)

Since Kersten JUST bought a smart phone and made an Insta account,
then these insta pictures are in order:



Monday, January 20, 2014

White trash party a.k.a. Ella n+1 birthday

When Ella was in Estonia, we drunkenly decided at NoKu 
to throw her a big birthday party at our place. Like promised, it had to be done. 

Kaur and I started cooking few hours before, because we know how important it is to eat before drinking. By doing that, we lost completely our track of time, so when Ester came and ran to the bathroom to change her clothes, we were like "Ohhhh, we had a theme party!"
This concluded with us changing clothes in few fast minutes to become
White trash:


"It's alright, it's okay,
we'll gonna pump your gas someday":


Fortunately Kaur's brother was a professional basketball player, 
under these circumstances we have tonnes of sweatshirts and pants to hand out:
"EESTI!"


Friends, drinks and chips. 
The perfect F.D.C.:


Even when they try to be trashy,
they still look classy. 
With everyone else it is other way around:


The dictator called "Play Beyonce or I'll go home" got to sit with the ladies:


At the caravan park, we are used to living tightly next to each other:


When my children ask "What did you do when you were younger, Mommy?"
 then I'll answer "Not much. I sat in the library. I sang in a choir. I was definitely not acting primitive"
The truth is too hard to explain:


Spotify playlist "6th Floor" works in every country:

They were like "I forgot about the theme-party"
Yea, sure they did:

"Mu tutt kattis Ella ära"

May the whole year be Ella's birthday!