Back in Londonts. Chapter II.

From Liverpool I arrived back to London. 

No pic, no proof:

First thing first I went to this little Rose in Dalston:

A little freshen up and milky tea later it was time to meet up the third Golden Girl Blanche.

Her new work place (we meet once a year, everything that happened later than 2013 December is new) was rad! #Miista:

A little spoiler alert - I took pair of Miistas back to Estonia. 

Big up to Blanche!

The Golden Girls are painting themselves even more golden:

Spindle Magazine relaunch party with free booze and brownies welcomed us gently.

Blanche had to keep fashion interns away with a stick. Proud moment!:

Of course a little duck face before we go-go:

Damn, one decent picture of us. 

I have beautiful friends:

Petite Noir:

The day after I browsed around at &Other Stories (seems to be the main sponsor of this blog).

SO MUCH PRETTY:

Do. Did. Done:

I love the South Bank, how tourist of me:

Mr.Thames:

Sir.Ben:

Surprisingly sunny weather:

Very patriotic train station:

On my way to the Sainsbury's:

Great museum lover as I am, I tinkled at Tate Modern and played with leaves:

Rather lovely walk I had:

Double decker ride back to Dalston:

I just found out the tune belongs to Disclosure.

The only time they are here:

to be continued... 

Liverpool 3.0

Last week I was off from work. Fred and I had the idea to travel to the Moon and back, unfortunately our holidays were out of sync. I guess PÖFF and all the film industry is more important than this white girl with an ass that just won't quit. Well, that's another love story.

Anyways, I still needed to get out of my element, therefore I bought the plane ticket to the place with heavy concentration of Wilma's friends - the UK a.k.a. the land of drugs, techno and Jamie Oliver.

I landed in London and had few hours before my train departure to Liverpool.

 Just enough time to do a quick stroll around &Other Stories and Phonica Records:

I did not buy any clothes on my trip. Is it even possible? Am I finally fulfilled?

I was more into Christmas lights above:

What else should an Estonian girl do in London, 

than going to the Scandinavian Kitchen and ordering O'Boy hot chocolate and Lucia buns.

The Christmas feeling! Such. Much. Has. I.:

My Swedish grandfather is coming to visit me next week, 

which means I have to assemble a list full of goods I need:

"1. A lot of fish in a can

2. Blossa 2014 mulled wine

3. Polarbröd + gurkpastej":

Then I hopped on the fast and furious train to Liverpool.

The book title would be "No time no see. Me big":

One thing hadn't changed, 

the little mister was "Still living with parents":

He is better at yoga than you'll ever be:

We rollin', they hatin':

A little shopping never hurt nobody.

Spoiler alert - my new boots in the bag I'm holding became super handy 

when I arrived back to -17 degrees Estonia:

Mom is hot, baby is smart, Dad looks like a hamster:

All we ever need from Tesco are cabbages, few bottles of ale and, of course, diapers.

"Would Jesus go to Tesco?":

How Lush Oatmeal Body Scrub is made:

NOT ENOUGH BABY PICTURES! MOAR!:

The Ninja Katt kills you when you're asleep:

Baby: "Who is this strange woman??!":

"Let me show you where the wild things are!":

Then we sent the baby off to his grandmother's. 

Football, ale and talking about our creepy-creepy friends.

Bliss:

Suddenly came the morning when I had to leave. 

No time to watch "Charmed" together, just one last selfie before I go-go:

The point where I dropped few tears:

To London. To the new adventures.:

End of that week the Little Mister started walking! 

(my heart is playing techno)

A Stormy Night.

My best friend Carlovizch attends The Magical Theatre School. Together with his course mates they had their first "Hello, we are now open for business" play. Of course Dréinu and I couldn't miss it for a world. 

We clapped like we have never clapped before. 

Afterwards the night took some unexpected turns and it was more fun than should be allowed.

First of all I must say I'm truly satisfied that I didn't get into The Magical Theatre School, even though my grandmother still thinks I'm in denial and should apply for a secretary job at *insert random theatre here*. Just yesterday I went to see a play with the actors from the course I tried to be a part of. And you know what? A girl there was completely naked. I saw her tootoo and hoohoo!!!

But this is me. I've made peace with it. I like clothes:

Mirror, mirror on the wall.

Who's the tallest of them all:

Waiting anxiously behind the door for 30 minutes to meet the actor, to meet the star:

"Now passport pictures!":

Oh, and the big news. Dréinu and I aren't the most important girls in Carlovizch life anymore.

Noah's arc is ready, all aboard!:

The Golden Girls relationship advice - Think less, do more!:

Sending material to Dréinu's boymanfriend in Paris.

"Imm ok, me fwith friejnds!":

*Knock-knock on the Drama Theatre door*

"I'm Carlovizch. The sky is not the limit! There's no limits"

Then we arrived to a birthday party of birthday parties. 

I still get a warm feeling inside when I think about it. Long table at the living room. Music from the golden era. Vodka rivers and potato salad valleys. Oh...:

Mom and dad with an angry dog (probably a bitch):

Hands up, baby hands up!

Gimme your heart, gimme-gimme your heart:

Liquid dinner:

Long live the birthday girl:

Wondering about all the embarrassing tales I know about Carlovizch.

New girlfriends need to hear it all!:

pRRRRRoška!

Feeling good together with the colourful girls:

"Happening with a vodka bottle, iPhone, shovel and broom" 2014:

Alexander Wang x H&M

PREview is so overrater, AFTERview is all that matters. 

Especially when all the AW x H&M has sold out in stores. 

Such. Crazy. Time. At. Work. 

Mannequins = heartless b****es with fabulous clothes 

(yes, I use now asterisks. big changes in my life):

Never mind the wrong kind of film roll I had in my camera, 

yet another reason for Fred to push me towards digital one: 

Alexander Wang - gives you the confidence to wear crop tops.

The Siberia weather - the reason why to put a hoodie over it:

Food is best on top of each other: 

Some are more suitable to wear Wang than others:

A(W) - team:

Two moms took their kids to the playground: 

DAMN, IT WAS SO GREAT! Thank you, Alexander for making me use caps lock:

Turning back to music I was listening few years back.

These James Blake tracks blew my mind in 2012, since they are meant to be played at the same time. 

Mixing on youtube is all I do nowadays: