Dreamcatcher.

Oh my days! I can't believe it's been almost a week since I last blogged. My life has been a series of errand-running and life-organising this week, which is perhaps why I have somewhat neglected my page.

Today I thought I'd focus on the theme of dreams. I've been having some crazy dreams lately (my imagination is massively over-active), and the dream I had last night was so amazing, I rendered it blog-worthy pretty much as soon as I woke from it.

So, I dreamt that Moss invited me, for my birthday, to watch her on the runway. But it's not just that, it gets better. I was transported there in a car driven by Chung, accompanied by Miquita, Agyness and Kelly O. Genuinely the dream road-trip! And despite the fact my birthday was in May, it felt so real I had to convince myself it had been a dream when I woke up. When I finally realised, I was massively distraught (obv). I think I woke when I got in a bit of a dream-fluster in M&S (best shop ever) as I was trying to buy vintage tea-sets for Moss and Chung as a thank you gift, but I couldn't find the till (defo's heart-attack inducing had this been in real life)... But that's not the only celebrity-related dream I've had that I've been practically inconsolable when I've woken. Last year I dreamt I was playing Guess Who (my favourite board game) with KOL. Well, just Jared and Caleb, but it was as if I'd gone back in time and Caleb had his fringed bob a la YAYM (the way he should have remained. Period). Sheer dream bliss. I was practically suicidal when I woke up.

I have always had an overactive imagination since I was a child. My mother has kept the stories I used to write, and they would genuinely give JK Rowling a run for her money. The only difference is that her transcripts will be spelt correctly all the way through, and wouldn't be written in crayon... Speaking of HP, just to go off the beaten track for a second, may I profess that I am SO excited about the impending film in Nov. It's pretty much a party in my pants everytime I see the trailor...

So back to dreams. My dream job would be to replace Alexandra Shulman, but with the inspirational eye of Grace Coddington and the boddess of Wintour. Mainly so I could coerce with models all day, to get paid to write about one of my main loves in life and have as many Mulberry camel haircalf bags as I want. Plus it means I'd also be able to buy the whole collection of Bettie Page dresses and wear Louboutins all day long. However, aside from all the superficial reasons as to why I'd want to be the editor of Vogue, I genuinely admire all of these women. I know less about Shulman than I do about Wintour and Coddington because of The September Issue, but nevertheless her work is amazing. Wintour admittedly does come across as very wintery (how apt.), but both her and Coddington are the driving force behind American Vogue, and despite their differences both recognise that the magazine would not be the same without the input of the other. After all, R.J Cutler (the director of US Vogue) stated in the NYT that 'Anna is all about the 'next', and Grace is most interested in a historical perspective of art and fashion'. Clearly, both of them combined equals the perfect balance.

And as much as I must seem impartial, I am definitely Team Coddington. Her shoots are inspirational, as you can see. These photographs are decadent and historical whilst maintaining a modern and high fashion look. Genius.

Aside from that, I have many whimsical dreams and wishes that I believe would make my life a lot lovelier. I wish that I may ride my bicycle without ever falling off or being run over. I wish myself and all my loved ones would live forever, but I know that's unlikely and so I have a hilarious desire to be stuffed when I go. Granted, it's a slightly morbid topic of conversation, but I love the idea of being in someone's living room like a moose on a plaque, except I'd keep my boddess. I wish my legs were longer and I was a little taller, as at 5'3" I'm on the shorter side to say the least. I wish I'd never be outbid in the last seconds on ebay EVER. In fact, I never wish that on anyone, unless it's me that's doing the outbidding... I wish every day was sunny in Summer and sunny in Winter. My favourite type of days are the crisp, cold, bright morning's in Winter. I wish it snowed for one day a year around Christmas, so everyone could build a snowman, but then I wish for it to be gone the next day, as inappropriate footwear and falling over is not too fun. In that case, I wish I owned the Westwood wellingtons so I'd have appropriate snowy footwear. I wish KOL had never sold out and I hope this is the beginning of a beautiful reunion for Pete and Carl. I wish I'd never had to cancel my Glasto '10 ticket and sell my Leeds '10 ticket. In fact, I wish I could go to every festival every year. I wish I was not susceptible to colds and hayfever. I wish I was not allergic to peanuts. I wish I had clean bedding on my bed every day, and not just every week. I wish I had Dorothy's ruby slippers and Matilda's super powers. I wish I had an endless supply of my grandmother's soup. No, in fact I wish I always had a spare day whenever my grandfather asked me to help him make it and subsequently learn the recipe myself. I wish my student overdraft wasn't maxed out and I wish, at this present moment in time, that I was still at university. I wish Virginia Woolf was still alive as I'd want to take her to dinner. I also wish I could meet Emily Dickinson and Margaret Atwood, and I wish Harry and Hogwarts were real. I wish I could live on Pandora and be a fly-on-the-wall in Moss' apartment.

So there's my life compartmentalised into a series of dreams and wishes. I hope I manage to obtain some of them, as I do believe that achieving all of them are impossible given the fact that Hogwarts is unfortunately a figment of Rowling's imagination. SOB.