I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, history, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I split myself between two places (Stockholm-Tallinn), 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:

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Kuru Krill

This weekend I spent in Kuru, where an electronic music festival was held. The best words to describe it was C H I L L and F U N (spell it out loud!).

I was way too naive to think that there's a pause between days, like ordinary festivals have - party until morning and then start again in the afternoon. But in Kuru the beat went on non-stop!:


Welcome to the festival. First things first, let's build a house (total mind-fuck task):



Tanel is filling his bed with air, but here he doesn't know that few hours from know he is way too tired to teleport himself to his tent and has a powernap on a field:


Still happy because her feet are dry, yet later on...:



I am sitting in the bedroom and he is in the kitchen:



As you may remember, last Wednesday was my friends Hippie themed birthday party. Because of that I'm still wearing a headband and giving a peace sign (it's hard to get out of the role)



Listening music outdoors contrary to clubs, is oh-so-lovely. There's no horny sweaty people and air lack thereof, it is absolutely fabulous. (I just spoke James Blake language):



Even the stars were giving love and the earth sent us polar lights:


When you're lost in the middle of a field and there's nobody who can help you, here's a tiny festival model. You are never lost in Kuru:



We found a perfect place to sit down:



1.the gnarwal14 up, 4 down
having a double matress bed and puting your penis between them
dont desturb me while im cleaning my room im doing the gnarwal



The right festival has a bucket loads of mushroom baskets:


The art of watching the sunset, then between a little bass and beat and then again comes the sun:



The weather was nice but you can fight the nature. The first night our feet were soaked with dew and of course I left my proper wellingtons at home. So we drove to Märjamaa to hunt some wellies:



Second hand for the win:



I have nothing witty to say:


The biggest fan of Allone and Espirit:



Triin is sad:



Triin is happy:



Reggie is happy too:



The guy thought that he is in a bar and tried to order one beer:



Your Woodstock is over, hippies. Go to Kuru instead:



We have PETA's permission to dance with a dolphin:


Later on he gave it to me. Ooo Mmm Gggg:


Just sad that my girlfriend got really wasted and ran around naked until the police came.
Between you and me, she is a real alcoholic:



Hungry people need fire to cook Mivinas:



Gentlemen:






If you don't have this luxury...



...your feet will become like this:



I'm too tired to open Paint and draw lasers coming out of his eyes:



Where we are, the frisbee is (even if you don't see it. Nice sky btw):



A girl:



They dried their shoes, but were still sad because the campfire was in the middle of the field and leaving it meant crossing wet grass. FML moment:


My mister had to pick up one artist from the airport so I had the honour to spend more time with him. Neveready makes chill music and is a whoa! person:



Kuru mobile. The link between stages and tents full of alcohol/goods:



Tanel dried his feet and became tired of walking in the water. Why not, let's get crazy:


The beat made us zombies:



Picture it: fire, friends, forest and massive tune:



Another morning. This mister in his PJ forgot his performance and went to sleep. Shit happens:



Three days were enough. I desperately needed shower and a soft bed:



Demolishing the house:


Tudimonster. Next year again:


Ossid olid Airport Jamil, Hipsterid olid šnapsil. Meie olime Kurul. That's how life works.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Ingmar & Keit a.k.a. Hippies and Cabaret dancers

Again it's that time of the year where Ingmar becomes one year younger. This year he celebrated it with Keit and if you think that it was an usual party, then think again.
The theme was Hippies and Cabaret dancers.



Damn you hippie, your Woodstock is over:



Peace, love and HAPPINESS:



Two boys behind me said: "Vaata hipi pole folgist üle saanud" Success!



Night was full of love. I love you too V:



The wreath and me - looks like Olympic medalist:


Only the brave:



Ester had a sign around her bellybutton "Armastus päästab maailma":



It's SAUNA TIME!


So hot, steamy and blurry:

We were lucky enough to get this bouquet of flowers:


That Korean guy doesn't get Estonian traditions:



Too much. Too high:



My closest friends are all true hippies, but that doesn't mean that there weren't any Cabaret dancers:



Love is in the air. Kissing people, happy people:



Serious commune:



Spring/summer 2011 most trendy accessory:



We refuse to go to any non theme parties:



Serious sister alert (ask your parents):


I wanna eat your cig. O nommm nomm nomm:



All girls go to the toilet in a group. FACT!:



Ithaka came and sang one song, of course "HOPPAPAREI". We screamed, we asked it one more time. Afterwards we gave her that bucket of flowers:


Birthday girl:



Paula is doing Xena:



Even if it looks like Reggie is mocking Ithaka and she is crying, then actually we sang Hoppaparei to Ithaka this time:



Loooong hair:



Seksrevolutsioon on läbi, saage üle:



They are my safety net:



One good party:



Boob alert!
Time to lose control and get in touch with your inner animal (actually I'm having a tinkle without you realising it)



Do you love me the way you kiss me?:



First time ever Levikas was closed. As you see the mood is still up!:


Make party not war.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Estonian jungle

I adore summer in Estonia. Today we had an interesting idea to go and pick berries in Kaberneeme. So we did.


Our main goal was to find blueberries.
Great success:



If you're having a mental breakdown, go to the woods and sit down.


My mister has more patience for picking berries. I just ran after frogs:



Meanwhile he had changed his position:



Hold on tight:



My cheap and chic wellies:



I have a thing for frogs:



Pistsin rinda metsaga/#lost in translation#:



The forest makes us horny:



Better than Animal Planet:



So green it burns my eyes!;



Blueberries are small, so it takes time to get that bucket full:


Our fingers are still lilac. Our fridge is full of blueberry cake, thickened juice and jam. JUHUHUIIIII!

In the UK, I missed forest so bad. Nirvana.