Almost summer but not quite yet.

Shitty ski weather everyday. 

Sorry, I just have to bitch about this cold summer weather:

Only thing hinting that it's summer is the bloom of allergies:

Although it's cold for us, the Finns enjoy their southern getaway to Estonia.

This time Eero visited me and I welcomed him the most primitive way I could - with cheap beer and cigarettes. Hõissa!

Picnic and natural smile:

The day after another Finn JuuuHuuuu came to Estonia.

After two hours silent walk he said "Moi!".

Two hours later he melted completely and came us the biggest smile he could.

(Erasmus was one of the greatest experiences. Go and apply. Get Finnish friends):

It's too cold outside but luckily Ott got a big bowl that is best for making hot human soup:

The smell of lilacs - the best there is:

Also Karl started a riot:

Ester was as sweet as always:

A little duck shower before we go-go

The last one

This week was my last day at work, or as I like to think of it: my three month hiatus has begun. It is so easy to quit, when your job sucks donkey balls, however I truly madly deeply (Savage Garden rules) fell in love with my work. Before stepping out I cried like a little girl cutting onions. Hey, don't roll your eyes like that! It's really true. H&M makes you feel like a Simba, you feel like you could be the king of world. 

How lucky was I that my last day at work happened to be a press day/open house at the Showroom.

If you're going away, leave with a bang (here I am awkwardly standing just minutes before it began):

As I cannot take pictures at the store, I show you what I do in the Showroom.

A week or days before I rearrange the layout and mannequins. 

#immagörl:

While doing my job I'm thinking "I want that and that and that and that...":

Maybe I could fit that dress into my closet 

(actually I just conquer my Misters drawers one by one until he moves out to the garage)

On the press day I steam, I scream, I fear.

I'm always ready to clear the last minute emergencies:

We already have Autumn collection in, since most of the magazines shoot their issues before 

going on summer holiday. This time ladies collection is accompanied by the "Mini-Me" garments.

(My ovaries exploded from the cuteness)

Everything is always aesthetically pleasing.

(Glasuur on kõige nämmum alati)

H&M Home fits in perfectly: 

It's not only clothes and accessories it is so much more.

When Mister Wang wants a foosball table he must has it. 

If we need mysterious mist, then we go to AGA and buy frozen nitrogen which creates this.

It's all about freaky details:

My co-workers seem to think I'm funny.

Yay!:

A rocket bag which is a must-have-this-season:

Also pink big hats are very in this autumn:

Well, sad that it's over. 

New adventures bring it on!!

I BELIEVE I CAN FLYYYY, I BELIEVE I CAN TOUCH THE SKYYYY!

Also my boss is the inspiration for the Destiny's Child song "Independent Woman". 

Paula, you are the best and your jam is jamming hard!

Sweden, here we come.

I had forgotten about how much I like blogging. It used to be difficult because most of my friends had blogs and we basically blogged about the same things, yet from different angles. Now I'm the only one left.  Perhaps the Wilma Circus inside me is useful once I move to Sweden in September.

Yes, the description below the header says  "I split myself between three places (Stockholm-Tallinn-London)" and it will not be a lie anymore. Moving back to Sweden. 

It was my last day at work today. 

Here I'm concerned about the future, do I really have to become a hooker?:

At least it is nice and summery outside, 

my only worry right now is sunscreen:

 I'm afraid of ships, therefore I have to ride the horses to Sweden:

As a birthday gift I received an opportunity to lend my voice to a cartoon, 

Wippii:

Soon in cinemas:

Whatever shit future brings I have this monster to protect me:

Käsmu and Eurovision

Eurovision is the national sport and needs serious measures, 

so we made a little getaway to Käsmu to watch it.

Before LGBT Olympics, a little sauna was in order.

 Käsmu - where fairies and unicorns are born:

Ott and I burned the meat, since we knew nothing about grilling. Lack of patience and thereof.

My Mister came to the rescue. (the meat was gluten free and full vegan, I promise):

"Good evening, Europe":

Markus has never looked that scared...:

...and this is the reason:

Florence was there:

And FKA Twigs:

Rapapappapapaapppp:

The five hour competition was really tiresome, but our bedroom was awesome.

I flashed the morning joggers:

Good evening Europe and good morning Australia?!

Birthday repress on 35mm

Nothing new to see here, just my birthday through another angle. This time I took out my analog camera, which had not been touched for six months, thus the white little stripes on pictures is just dust. 

No Photoshop, just dirty little camera.

The morning glory:

I got a handyman, who installed my birthday flowers on the windowsill:

My face tells you that it has just woken up:

Killing pineapple:

The scenery brings out the beautiful features of my face:

MC Wilma Circus:

I needed to pee:

Just ate a bug:

I met this awesome posh tennis player, 

who likes to wear his clothes wrapped around his shoulders:

Me so pretty. Such much pretty:

Kopli gangsters, who steal kittens from the rich and sell them to the poor:

#24

My twisted Misters and I:

I wanted to kiss him, but he has a girlfriend now, 

so I guess that's off the table:

"What ya talkin' 'bout??"

"I'll be this fat, when I'm 42":

Classical blurry taxi ride home:

Also classical headache the day after with Fritz lemonade to comfort me:

Life's a fast car, yo. Enjoy the ride: