Viljandi Electronic Folk Festival

Your Woodstock is over, hippie. Go home

...or to Viljandi.

I tried to ignore the seniors behind me, who were more fit for the landscape of Viljandi:

The lectures of Olev Muska and Sven Grünberg.

And how did you spend your weekend? #notthatprimitive:

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Epifolium. My secret love since

we had his concert at Ott's place (see: "Ott's birthday full of surprises")

"Born in Wales, raised in Canada but with Estonian roots, self-taught musician Iisak Sulev Andreller returned to his homeland for the first time in 2008 to explore his family history and traditional Estonian music. He attended every folk festival he could, including a 5-day folk music workshop where he learned to play the kannel(the Estonian National instrument) adding to the repertoire of other instruments he had already mastered. Learning this traditional Estonian instrument through playing old folk songs planted the initial seed for what would soon become Epifolium."

The couple on the left has been together approximately 1 month = needs to have body contact 24/7.

The couple in the middle has been together 5 - 8 months = writing poems to each other, eww.

On the left we have a married duo = searching interesting places to have sex, aaaaaa yeaaahh.

The couple sitting in the front have been together 5 years = they enjoy each other's company and smile like there's no tomorrow:

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Meister Jaan

All I need is double Põhjala Rukkirääk and I'm good:

Trad.Attack and disco ball at its finest:

Trivia of the day: Trad.Attack just came back from Malaysia 

and the warm humid weather made their bagpipe grow flowers. 

*smirks*

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Late night walk home.

Jumps. Kisses. Hugs.:

"Hello, I'm two years old and I can speak Estonian, Ukrainian and Russian"

a.k.a. I felt dumb:

Back in Tallinn I look and smell a bit different:

Wööörk, girl.

 Contrary to normal people, who have life goals and 10-year-plans, 

I wing it everyday. 

I'm like shit fuck happy that one day I can set up scenery for fashion and bloggers pleasure. And the next day my duties include feeding two little lambs at a museum. Wait...what?

Yes. Wörk, girl.

These bitches do not co-operate, they just wait there to be dressed.

Even smooch doesn't pursue them:

If only I drank coffee and smoked, 

then I would definitely do that on our balcony:

Knock*knock*

"Who's there?"

"The wedding season"

MOAR invitations, please!:

Suddenly a wild lunch appears! (professional blogging all the way):

 I'm the little unseen dwarf that drags all the prettiness from showroom to Chedi, 

puts it up neatly and leaves before bloggers understand what hit them.

The most beautiful open house I have been involved with.

*high fives herself*

16.04 worldwide at flagship stores.

Go and buy. The little dwarf recommends:

Such. Much. Girl.

Loves flowers shopping:

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in next episode "My lambs and I"

Tronden at Tallinn Music Week

My Mister is somewhat into music.

 He has come a long way from pants tucked into his socks 

and playing dubstep at clubs that looked like Tallink karaoke bar. 

Then came his alias Espirit. Don't want to brag (hell, yes I want!), but his most known song was about me. 

(5:26) 

Although a lot of panties were thrown at him from the crowd, he never played that song live. 

Years passed, preferences changed and improvements were made.

Then he asked our friend Ott to give him some extra kicks on the drums.

Ott kicked so hard that Espirit died and Tronden was born.

On Thursday they played at Baltic Scene TMW showcase together with other great musicians:

Cute as a button:

Rododendron is that you?

It was unbelievable that Ott broke his hand at their ski-trip to Austria just month before.

Hospitals. Screws. Fuck pain. 

Rehabilitation with drums, definitely doctors orders: 

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The three of us spend so much time together that it is unclear which one am I dating?

People have asked me, how my boyfriend Ott is doing.

Such. Much. Confusion.

My boyband:

I serve as their photographer, drumstick holder, stuff carrier, crowd handler/the front of the stage manager 

(I clap, I jump and scream. I step closer, when others are afraid to).

A.k.a the biggest fans:

The day after Tronden at Jooks TMW Citystage:

And now ten times more famous.

The outcome.

xx.

http://tmw.ee/et/#!/artist/tronden

Shrek took his Fiona to the Viru bog

As brainless people do, we skipped the days with +12 /+15°C 

and went to the nature, when it was -1°C. Idiots.

At least bogs are always badass:

A bit icy tho, the flowers in our garden probably died that day:

"Wipppiiii!":

I left my suncream at home:

Endel, yo:

My Mister's birthday

Every year it gets tougher and tougher to get him a present, just a kiss is not enough anymore.

This year we celebrated that he still has no facial hair, but at least he got a cool board game.

It's so cool that it takes 6hours to play. (cannot wait to play! seriously!)

The brekkie:

I took a day off, but he had some emergency recording to do.

It gave me just enough time to turn my ugly into pretty.

It was such a special day that I took my Miistas out for a walk.

Our 16th birthday we were probably eating fast noodles and drinking vodka. 

Now we have reached a certain age, when food gets higher importance than alcohol. 

My two favourite days annually are his and, of course, my birthday

Happy!: 

Miista makes the world go round:

Two days later we found out that the Weston's on the table is only 4.6%.

I was disappointed.

Sam laughed at my fail.

Ott called 1188 and asked "Wtf?":

90% of koorekiht:

It's basically his sixth birthday together with me...

not even funny anymore, but we're cute tho:

The last ones standing.

My safety guards:

He is so fucking charming that girls cannot resist his jokes and his beauty!

I love him so so so so much!

Flower power

I'm sick at home, but at least I looked banging last week:

Yesterday was International Women's day.

Vag and flower power!

My emotions right now:

Long time no see - weekend

In year 2012 I moved to Stockholm and met a lot of 

amazingly crazy people there. 

The main loco-poco-sugar-loops ones 

lived at Lidingö student housing. 

Blast from past - the fist blog post about Lidingö.

Few weeks ago one of my dearest neighbour and Lidingö family member (oh, the dinners) wrote me that he is coming to Estonia. !!! I cannot describe how excited I became, mainly because I hadn't seen my Italiano for two years and secondly, no one ever (like never ever) comes to Tallinn.

We became quite nostalgic, because, well

"the Times we had" (also looks like I'm giving him the finger...):

So jelly that Daniele is back in Stockholm now,

 although this time, easy breezy Erasmus is replaced with hard knock master's degree. 

He has new friends now, with whom he can listen "Nobody gonna cross it":

My Tallinn. 

If there would be night busses and gay marriages, 

it would be the best place in the world.

That afro and that smile gave so much positive feelings.

I'm literally still glowing!

Now I want to fly to Germany, Austria and basically all around the Europe 

to catch up with my Lidingö people. (Nigga, nigga, nigga, please):

Or they all are so very welcome here.

Come to the East side, we have Lenin!:

Talking about long time no see.

On Sunday Ella knocked on my door without any warning.

I cried a little. I freaked out a little.

We almost made a mix tape, but not quite yet.

Love her to bits:

I'm so emotional right now, 

BUT I HAVE THE GREATEST FRIENDS!