Wilma's style diary part 1 a.k.a. 1991–2007

We discussed jokingly with my friends on how our style has evolved during our lifetime. It made me think. It made me open the dusty archives. It gave me a laugh. 

Therefore, I present to you

Wilma's style diary 1991–2007

CHAPTER ONE 1991–1998

Pre-school era / being on budget / wearing other's grown out clothes 

I am pretty sure that I did not have any say in what I was wearing,

but I look cute and we have definitely declared war on broken tights:

Where did I found my style inspiration, you ask?

Well, I was just doing the basic carpe the fucking diem thing:

Everybody were on a budget in the 90s,

therefore I wore everything that was left over from the 70s and 80s:

I was your yard kind a man.

My stylist added a little pink into it, so I would not lose my lady glow:

I was waiting sadly in front of Viru centre for some decent retail stores to open.

I just had to wait 10 more years...:

That. was. my. favourite. dress. of. all. times! Hands down.

Probably only item that I got completely new without anyone having worn it before:

Bitches love fast cars and Disney characters on their shirt:

This is what I wore, when the invitation had "festive" dress code:

CHAPTER TWO 1998–2000

School era / first styling experiments / not on budget anymore

1998 was a big year – I went to school and I finally grew out my bangs 

(that I was probably born with):

In 1999 I became 8 years old,

which meant that boys were OUT and sea theme was IN:

Around then I started experimenting with styling and did some occasional fashion shows,

which my grandfather had to capture. 

10 times bigger shoes and some Pipi vibes going on:

Accessorising done right:

Little did I know back then that wooden clogs 

will cost fortune in the future (especially in Sweden):

Monochrome was very my thing:

I was very attached to this set!

When I fell and they ripped, I cried like two days in a row:

Wild life inspired outfit does not function without

super non-organic fleece jumper (that was the bomb back then):

Also, I casually sat without pants and thought about new exciting photo set ups:

Two big mistakes were made in the end of 20th century –

the bangs came back and I got a hamster as a birthday present:

CHAPTER THREE 2000–2003

Moving to the big city / gaining more independence / pre-teens

I thought little black dress is not enough, so I added a velvet vest

(from then on I always dressed myself independently, the game was on):

Bitches collecting some money for clothes and Starbucks:

In 2002 I captured my inner catholic nun.

Channeling adult vibes much?:

During the staged photoshoots I thought outside of the box,

but from Monday to Friday I was your basic bitch that did not understand how thick her hair was:

I was so clueless that I even added some fake hair to it,

because it was clearly not enough already:

If only I had stayed with timeless key pieces like jeans and white T-shirt forever.

Also, God bless the photo time stamps:

Let us all stand up and do a slow clap for these pink pants.

My most worn item in the beginning of 21th century:

Another angle. Another day. Same outfit:

Back then this was just a red hat for the dolls,

now it is sign for hell door being open (did you glimpse the pants):

2003 was all about the athleisure wear

and Hinnapomm sneakers:

Back then overalls were not just for maternity:

In 2003 I released my rap album "I did not choose thug life, it chose me":

I was bullied over big ears and fat ass,

but I was your ordinary awkward white girl:

Another year, another photoshoot.

This time I mixed Formula One, skiing style and very weird skirt together, 

as you do:

CHAPTER FOUR 2003–2007

Teenager / experimenting / from tomboy to hippie real quick

When there's a hint of lipgloss,

 it means that I have entered my teen years:

Around then I got my first period, so I entered "I'm not a girl, not yet a woman" phase.

Also, my brain started to fall apart, which needed some hairbands to keep it together:

Tried to be a woman,

but wore scarf-hat made for dwarves:

I could have died for these sunglasses!

I also wanted to be Jenny from the Block:

Okay, I have lied!

I HAVE actually coloured my hair (Maian - Sinine Leek)

Year 2004 and Will Smith - Nod Ya head.

I am so proud that I chose to wear these sleek black pants that I would wear even now:

My sweet 13.

My foot-size was already sweet 40, so as a present I got these Formula One sneakers size 42,

because my parents thought I will become a giant:

Slowly but surely I started coming out from my great grandmother's closet, 

she was my biggest fashion influence:

In 2004 I had this slight tomboy period.

Probably this was inspired by the first drinking, first kiss and other zero adult supervision fun stuff:

I never wore that shirt, it was always around my hips.

I guess this trend made a comeback recently, buy I was the original persevest trend setter:

Phew, headband all there, brain safely in place:

Apologies for I have sinned:

I spent way too much time in the school-toilet because of Rate.ee:

Yes, orange AXO racing shirt was of my key items in 2004,

but then I added this slogan T-shirt that I got from a youth festival.

(Oh, and bless the scrunchies):

In 2005 the hippie in me exploded and I fully came out from my great grandmothers closet.

Also, Viru mall was opened around then:

We were all praying for better style decisions in the future:

I definitely stood out:

Attending art school and having great minds around

meant that my friends supported my creativity with clothes (I am very grateful for that):

Hips grew wider and tits grew bigger:

Last day of seventh grade a.k.a. full adults:

In 2005 I did not ask my grandfather to take pictures anymore,

now on I welcomed self-timer:

That summer I had tear channel blockage and my eyes was terribly swollen,

my teen self-esteem got a knock-out:

All my family wanted to throw away my worn-out Batman sneakers,

but Super Attak was my best friend:

During the warmest summer I had my barrette phase:

I never took it off:

YOUR WOODSTOCK IS OVER, HIPPIE!

GO HOME!

A rare sight of young Wilma testing H&M out:

Often I would wear small kids dress as a top:

Like here the top is actually small girls dress and I am okay with that.

Only the cross necklace I do not get:

New year, new key items.

2005 was all about this Terranova blouse:

I actually did not scroll around in a wedding dress,

but it was for the sake of fashion shoot:

Hello, 8th grade.

My main inspiration came from music, especially Nirvana:

Adulthood scared me, so instead I turned back to basics 

and wore the backpack I entered 1st grade with:

2006 continued with the favourite Terranova shirt.

I felt pretty back then, I remember it clearly:

We were all pretty grounded back then. Simple teens with basic needs.

Comfort before fashion:

The pants were too low waist and the shirts were damn too short:

Disney characters never disappeared from my wardrobe,

not even when I popped by Statoil:

Did somebody say Disney?

That previous T-shirt went with my every outfit:

Potšahontas and emergency scarf to keep that brain in place:

This is the only thing that has gone out of fashion –

not giving shit about my skin and embracing sunburn:

Nobody believes that we were 15 back then:

Clothes have always given to opportunity to express myself and have fun:

Luckily my friends have supported me along the way:

In 2007 somebody should have told me that it is a mistake to cut bangs:

Had some weird "not sure what to be or what to wear period":

That said, I tested the trendy homeless style out:

My school was just next to Paavli second hand store.

Since we were there pretty often, than most of my clothes came from there (it was priced per kg):

Of course I continued to lurk around my great grandmothers closet,

but I was often in Sweden, so I got to know the retail world quite quick:

Around 2006 I discovered net-a-porter and Chloé,

the little hippie girl dreamed big:

Luckily I bought my graduation dress from a "real store" Zara:

And fucked the Zara dress up with ugly pearls and white tights.

Sometimes lose, always win:

As I have accidentally posted 60 or more pictures. 

Then I have to pause here and part 2 will continue in the future.

Our family greetings

Showing how glamorous life I have, how amazing my family is, how my life is full of rainbows and flowers – this is what you do during Christmas.

I have a lovely partner, with whom I never fight.

I have a well-behaving dog, who never farts:

I have home, that is so inspirational that it does not need inspirational quotes.

Also, I have a dog that poops money:

I always have a good hair day and my breath never smells:

He did not just puke and he does not have diarrhoea 

and I definitely did not measure his temperature by putting something in his butthole:

Merry Christmas!

Totside jõulud / Holiday lasses

It now can be called a tradition that just before Christmas my girls and I, we get together and have some extra fun. No penises are allowed, interesting powerpoint presentations are optional and good mood is a must. 

(Click here for Totsid 2017)

As we are strong influential independent women,

then we were asked to be on the cover of Tsirguliina Vogue.

We were honoured!

Mordant Dazzle, Emblem Copper, Palm Leaves, Medallion Star and Sakiori Meteor –

the DJ names of my ladies:

Alright, I have to be honest. One penis was allowed to stay at the party.

He tried to French all the girls –

here it is just a moment before their first kiss:

The prepared presentation opened our blind eyes!

We have yet so much to learn, but now we know that pregnancy is not a disease: 

Difficult at the military drill, 

easy in the battle:

We found out that animals have rather colourful sex life:

TOO MUCH FEMALE STUFF,

MUST TRY TO ZONE OUT:

Sharing our boyfriends' dick pics:

She took some BANG! with her from home:

Bitches love golden rain,

my dog on the other hand hit his head against the door (best dog owner of 2018):

Walking on sunshine, whoaa-ooh:

Ladies chose their outfit from my closet and now I have this flimsy pretext that

 "I cannot give these amazing dresses – that I have not worn or will never wear – away, 

since they were worn in 2018!":

V as is in vagina!

Sit down Tyra Banks and be humble:

We found out that female koalas have three vaginas.

Three times the fun!

We are prettiest when our faces are covered:

In the same time our significant others were having a sausage party just some kilometres away. 

It was strictly "Penises only" or come with a random girl (NOT your own partner): 

Some things that are seen...

...cannot be unseen:

World peace!

When girls get together, then it does not have to be stereotypical chick-chat,

but sometimes it is so good to find fellow understanding.

Even Queens need some time off:

Thank you, ladies!

I was my pleasure.

It's a trap! This post is actually all about my dog.

Look at this fucking blogger back in action. I just browsed the past stories on this blog and found quite many links to fellow friend bloggers like Castle of Fashion and somewhatslightlydazed. They were smarter and deleted it all, however I have no chance to become president or something, because you can scroll back to 2009 when my dad went to Brazil. Instead of being responsible with the allowance, the eighteen year old me blogged about blurry nights and pukey mornings. I somehow still have kept on blogging, although not as often as I would like to (and less liquid lunch is involved). Even if I have only one reader than this blog here is my memory back up.

I still have a 9 to 5 work. I still had (focus on the past tense) university lectures to attend in the evenings. 

I am still Wilma and the Circus is going strong.

*random moments of life are coming up*

Why have I kept on blogging you ask?

I am still Wilma, nothing has changed much.

For example I still do not use any make-up and when my face was covered for one day in November, 

I felt like an adult women (I became a kid again once I washed my face):

Wilma still loves Fred (yes, the blog name comes from the Flintstones):

How boring am I, trying to convince you that nothing has changed?

Actually this has become a baby blog, since in August we gained a new family member: 

Yes, this post is actually full of dog pictures,

because Šarik is the apple of our eye:

From Valga shelter straight to our hearts:

Ok, maybe he wants to move out,

since fashion is not his thing:

Of course I have tonnes of dog picture, because I look too pale for selfies and nothing notable has happened. Actually, I am in a weird situation right now as I do not have any travel tickets booked. Which has not happened like nine years or so...

Maybe you did not catch him on this side,

so another dog picture is on the menu:

Getting older. Loving AK (the news not the gun) way too much. Preferring not to drink alcohol. 

Instead of investing in fast noodles, I enjoy food that tastes heavenly, but costs some € 

(sometimes I still calculate prices into EEK and have a heart-attack):

Overall being grown-up rulez.

Wilma has become older and wiser.

Instead of drinking until pulse is gone,

I visit Tartu soberly (this now sounds like recovered alcoholic blog): 

Long weekends at the country side and cheering for those who might be (or not) pregnant.

It's not me nor Šarik:

And then it feels embarrassing to tell "I am so old" stories,

when grandpa becomes 75 and is the real OG:

University takes the best of me and actually everyday does not look as glamorous than this.

(only master thesis left and "goodbye"):

Also, work is not always this glamorous, but I still love it:

I have the nicest baubles in the office:

How ugly are you?

Pretty ugly!

My support group is my centre if I spin away:

The Christmas is coming. My calendar is full of events. It is time to charge my camera battery!

Stay tuned.