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.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

January jam.

My long lost friend wrote me a letter this week and asked how I was doing. While I composed a response, I understood that life is pretty fucking awesome right now.
 Of course there is a lack of university degrees and surplus of female hormones, but that just keeping the reality in and fairy tale out.

First of all it is fantastic to attend a surprise birthday party
 that has the most astonishing serving ever:


Since the birthday boy and co are going skiing in Austria, 
there is only one way of taking vodka shots:


It has been a while since I attended a birthday party 
that had separate table for kids (us) and grown-ups (them):



"I miss birthdays parties that are held at McDonald's" 
that's what he said:


Then we sneaked out to have 2.7% beer.
Rebel is our middle name:


The madame on the picture tried to dance with everyone. 
Here the DJ politely tries to decline:


Few days later I went along to see the Misters' band practise.
Only thing they need and trust is electricity:


They are going to Tallinn Music Week and needed an inviting and exciting profile picture.
I recommended them to take their shirts off, but they did not listen.
NO RAGRETS!:


I got bored and made more selfies than should be allowed. 
Biggest fan:


"Human, you are annoying":



The biggest and coolest dog I have ever met:


No time to make band pictures.
Dogs before bros:


A little glimpse of Riga and working abroad.
However my winter vacation just started and I'm heading to Copenhagen.

For the sake of dog:

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Family's Christmas.

Better late, than arrive ugly. Better late, than never.
 Better with friends, than alone. 
The most idyllic evening waited its time on a film roll. 
Now it's out and ready to induce nostalgic feelings. 


Merry Christmas...
wait...what?


Sisters from another Misters,
and brothers from another mothers:



 Idyllic (adjective) - extremely pleasantbeautiful and peaceful.
Look it up!:


A lot of catching up to do.
A lot of news heard.
A lot of googling after.
A lot of muscle pain from laughing:


Bravo to the chefs!
We have come a long way from fast noodles and LV, now it's salmon and fancy cocktails.
Growing up is so awesome.:


The "let's make silly faces" picture,
our theatratical skills are overrunning the place.
What emotions! Amazing silliness!:


Our brother Carlovich was greatly missed, 
at that very moment he was in Kuressaare and doing crossword puzzles with his girlfriend.
But we had a drink for his sake:


The older you get, the more helpful are the youtube videos 
that remind you what you did last summer:


To joy of understanding that life is rather good:


"School is a bitch" he said:


Three girls, four cups:


Until we meet again!