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, October 17, 2010

A night out

We went out and tested Rochester night life.
Here are the results.




What's cooking, good looking?
Two girls are ready for the disco.



The Golden Lion and its toilet - glamorous:




Rochester High Street a.k.a. the street where I live in:



The Winehouse and its red lights:



The Golden Lion, two straws and a glass of Perry:



The local Levikas a.k.a. Poco Loco. Beautiful people, good music and loads of Bad Fun :



Me and my tent. Very cosy and feels like sitting in the middle of trees:



A night at a restaurant. Me and her, very romantic:



Me and him, even more romantic.
Twilight Zone, very crack:



Alone at a restaurant. Night. Street lights. Lovely:



Freaky disco like on Tallink:



Last but not least, that Tallink turned out to be a gay bar. We ran home as fast as we could:



Now I understand why everyone runs around almost naked even when it's bloody cold. There's no coat hangers at pubs and clubs.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

News from England

Vilja is here and we just moved into our new home:


This is my bathroom. We don't have no bed so we're sleeping in the bath:




Desperate Housewives:



Then came Vilja from Sweden and I pimped her up with my clothes from Estonia and she is standing at my doorway in England:



Most of our time we're window shopping with Vilja. A day in Maidstone was rather lovely and we had loads of fun.


Of course we weren't strong enough to avoid Topshop dressing room.
This screams for "Let's get married in this one"



Layer me up baby:



This one screams for: "Let's go to theatre or just out"



This is Topshop but yet so Chloé:


We are sweet enough, but candy car we like:


We are the Queens of making pictures at dressing rooms.
This girl and H&M are from Sweden:



Act like you're rich:



Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the greatest of them all?:



Best ways to have fun.
1.Put on a dress that you can't afford:



2.Feel fabulous while wearing it:



3.Make tonnes of picture (and try to avoid security pins):



Circus is on a world tour:



Scissor sisters:




Britterfly and Me:




Laundry day - you wear it, you wash it:




This is the house were I live in:



Vilja is breathing the royal air and wondering what the Queen is doing right now:



The busy streets of Maidstone and I'm on my way to the train station. Happy and cheerful, because I just bought a pillow. Housewife like I am.



I'm thinking about my doorbell. When you gonna ring it?

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

A sweet memory

Usually my posts are much brighter, but this time it differs a bit. Few minutes ago I got bad news from home. My dear Grandmother (great-grandmother) has gone to Nangijala.
Some of you have had the opportunity to taste her glamorous fried potatoes and drink glass of Tõmmu with her. Her favourite song was "There's a starnger in my life. I know-I know (pronounced as Aino)". She had witnessed the World War II and told endless stories about it, that's where my love for history came. Dear Granny, those 91 points from history exam are dedicated to you. She was the one who told me that nothing is impossible and that Kontsatin Päts was a total hunky. I salute her, my great-grandmother and a great woman.





There's no grandmother without delicious homemade jam. Behind us is the glorious garden with all the fruits and berries. No, I haven't had this haircut all my life and no, my grandmother's hair wasn't naturally curly. I had to sit hours at the hairdresser, but I didn't mind: got one "Miki Hiir" comic every time:



The women who taught me to read:



"A great woman always has red lips" she said and also she painted her eyebrows black with coal.



I'm in England and I sent her a postcard, hope she got it. Her favourite soap opera was "Home and Away". She is always in my heart at home and in England:




She had no natural teeth left, so when she brushed her teeth she took them all out. Then I begged that she'd say something and we had a good laugh:




Pure heart from 1921:




Hopefully this didn't make you sad, because I tried to make it as happy as I could. It's a sweet memory. Surely I'm going to miss her, but it sounds like a cliché, but I think that she is looking after me now. This is my way of saying goodbye.

From me to you with love. Keep an eye on me, this England can get tough.


Friday, October 8, 2010

Friday fun

Soon moving into our new apartment and Vilja is coming next week.
Happy.




The bottom feels so much better than the top:



Window shopping - taking a look but I never buy:



Mister is playing BINGO and trying to win:



I like my tea and my milk shot.



Another drink and I'm ready for action:



Computer games were boring, we came out instead:



How far can you see? Fog alert.



Rotate camera. Rotate me.:



My home town Rochester:




Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall:




Our future is so bright that is burns my eyes: