baby Jesus' birthday

Just today my last Christmas present arrived via post, after long mysterious journey at the Postland. Also I had my workplace Christmas party. This is not even nearly it, our lovely Liverpool friends keep up surprising us with gifts covered with bubble wrap and sweet notes. Love is all around us!

+ The snow falling and -15 degrees =

Now it feels like Christmas!

In December we had this act where we pretended, 

despite the +10 degrees and rainfall, that it's Christmas.

Face the fucking fact, we celebrated autumn.

Somehow we were still happy:

We close the curtains, so we couldn't see outside.

To create Christmas spirit, we had more food than should be allowed: 

Kids were having fun in the corridor.

Long-exposure and sparkler:

My great-grandmothers were with us.

I miss them so so so much:

Grandmother works like the rent is due tomorrow to get her present:

Our family loves firework:

When did it happen that I'm bigger than the Christmas tree?:

Actually it was a very nice evening. 

The moment of joy that others get, when opening your presents and vice versa. 

Eat until you explode:

Ella Hagi. Connecting people at NoKu.

I'm so hopelessly late with this post,
firstly because it was so-last-year and secondly Hagi is already back in Hipstershire Dalston. 

Anyways. That evening I was working until 10pm, quick lipstick in the bathroom and I was ready to go. Ella and Paula were waiting for me. We grabbed quick vodka accompanied by Naksitrall and Lotte chaser. A perfect start for a perfect night.
Here is Ella's Tour d'Öö with friends.

"No time to explain, quickly, open the vodka"
And so we did:

Ella was smoking these cuteness to arouse her lungs:

Paula, back from Denmark, is checking out H&M Tallinn:

Phone call. 

 Running on heels. 

Worth it.

Karl Laumets. (Almost Haiku)

Girls are working like the rent is due tomorrow.

Probably after the Christmas madness they are pretty broke:

These shoes! - need I say more?

Peonael!:

There's a cat-woman sitting behind us:

Agreeing vs. disagreeing:

"Smile" - these bitches can read:

Front row is thrown back a little, 

massive wave or something:

And then arrived Kät from Paris.

-"That guy!"

-"I like you, I'll smack you":

Almost a nice friend photo, 

if I hadn't had the "bitch get those dirty hands off of me" face (love ya, Laura):

A bundle of joy:

We eat fashion for breakfast, lunch and, oh yes, for dinner too!:

There shall be more!

"Thank God, we have friends to carry us home":

"Say my name, say my name!":

Ella got like several buckets of these Soviet Era Miracles.
KODUMAA!:

Four different scenarios:

Practising French kissing, since soon we'll see in Paris!:

It's always soothing and powering when bitches stick together:

"You think I cannot handle vodka? It's the lemon I'm worried about!":

"Honey I'm so frunk krunk drunk, take me home"