Woman of the moment.

I have a full-on girl crush on Rosie Huntingdon-Whiteley.

Not only is she supermodel extraordinaire, she's also about to embark upon world domination by replacing the luscious Megan Fox in the next installment of Transformers, and has dated the beautiful Oliver Martinez, ex-lover of Kylie Minogue. She has appeared on the covers of British and Japanese Vogue, and emulated Jessica Rabbit on the cover of Love, another Conde Nast publication. She is the only British model to model for Victoria's Secret, and has appeared in advertisements for Burberry and Ralph Lauren to name a few. She was also named 6th on the Harper's Bazaar's Best Dressed list in 2008, and it's easy to see why with her bohemian-chic wardrobe.

When typed into Google, Rosie's name is the first to appear on the suggestions list. Shockingly, uber supermodel Kate Moss doesn't even appear, being pipped to the post by Queen to be Kate Middleton, Kate Bush and Kate Winslet...

What more could a girl want?!

Vogue's interview with her in the latest edition has made me positively green with envy and pink with lust. Not only does Rosie have a Jessica Rabbit-esque face and amazing hair, she also has the legs of a gazelle and the boobs of Geri Halliwell, with a leopard-print Mulberry Alexa and 'several' Burberry mac's in her wardrobe. I am jealous with a capital J.

Rosie is the epitome of perfection, and subsequently she is my woman of the moment and girl crush. Rosie, can I just be you please?

Hello fur!

Baroque love.

Hey sexy.

Marie Antoinette eat your heart out.

Hello Jessica Rabbit.

Dear Santa...

So, the snow has arrived in Newcastle! Yesterday afternoon I looked out of my window to see the pretty snowflakes falling from the sky. It looked so beaut, as the snow remained untouched by human footprints and the sky was bright blue. This pre-December weather has however gotten me all excited about Christmas, and so I've been putting together my Christmas list to send off to Santa. I really hope he takes pity on me and grants me my wishes, as I do think I've been a good girl this year so I can't imagine my name would be on the naughty list. I just wish I had applied to be an Elf in Lapland, where the snow would be plentiful and Christmas cheer would be everywhere! Next year, perhaps I will get my wish of meeting Santa and his reindeer...

Until I get to Lapland though, I shall just have to make do with the snow here. How pretty does it look?

Back to my Christmas wish list.

Well, I've already purchased my Christmas present to myself, in the form of a Vogue subscription. How ideal! As much as I'll miss buying the new issue on the shelves, it does seem wiser to pay half the price for it... And I got a free Benefit gift! I am eagerly awaiting the heavy thud on my leopard print doormat, signalling its arrival.

Other than that, there are lots of other things I'd like to find in my stocking on Christmas morning (George Lamb mainly, but I somehow don't think that's going to happen).

I heart this tapestry bag from Urban Outfitters. I've coveted another one since mine broke in sixth form. I've never quite gotten over it, so I feel this would be lovely to store all my essentials.

                                             I also really heart these lace-up boots.

I also really want this. I feel it will go well with the above boots: Topshop velvet detail tweed blazer

Recently I have been feeling that I need to branch out from my staple fur coats as I'm starting to think I'm predictable. The only problem is, they're just so warm it's impossible to get them off my back in the chilly Newcastle winds! This sexy coat would however enable me to do so, and with the leopard-print trim, I would still be able to be faithful to my true Bette Lynch self: Leopard detail swing coat.

I really heart this coat. Sheepskin is everywhere at the minute and I fell in love with this as soon as I saw it. I doubt it will arrive in my stocking this year, but one can only wish! It's just a shame my own sheepskin coat I bought at a flea market for a mere fiver last year doesn't fit me as it's too big... It fits my boy perfectly, but I have yet to convince him to wear it, even though he does look like an absolute babe in it. I would quite happily donate it to him if I could have this one in return: Sheepskin pea coat.

I also heart this knitted basic. It's available in so many colours and they're so wearable. My favourite is the cranberry colour, but I'm a bit fan of the peach and dark blush ones too: Scallop edge basic vest.

I'm massively into stoles lately. This one is amazing: Mongolian fur cape.

I also love these chandeliers. Edie Sedgewick would be jealous: Facet drop chandelier.

I'm in dire need of a laptop case, as mine is suffering badly due to my lack of one. This one is fab: Leopard print laptop case. However, in order to avoid a leopard clash with the majority of my wardrobe, I feel this one would be more suitable: Quilted laptop case. I'm enjoying the Chanel-esque quilting.

I also want this fur stole a LOT: Fox fur stole. It will go perfectly over my Bettie Page dress, and with these seamed back tights I'm hoping to get as a stocking filler:

I also heart this fox fur coat. Even though I said I was trying to branch away from the animals, I love the fur of this so much that I feel I might just be able to make an exception: Vintage fur coat.

This stole is also amazing. Gawd, I am so predictable: Vintage fur stole.

And not to be forgetting those Vivienne Westwood wellingtons I so crave...

I'd also love a Polaroid camera. You can get them for next to nothing on eBay; the only problem is the fact that the films are non-existent, and subsequently cost about 20 sheets for 10 shots. So until Polaroid decide to start producing them again, I feel my wish will be put on the back burner.

These Urban Outfitters slippers are so adorable:

I do not however expect Santa to bring me all of these wonderful delights this Christmas, this is merely my wish list. There are other things I could add to this list, but I do not want to bore you with all my wishes as the list is endless... And so from now until the first of December, when I can start opening the doors on my advent calendar that I've yet to purchase, I will be hoping that Santa has Internet access and can see my blog, as I'd love for some of these to be under my tree this year...

Rain, rain, go away.

One thing you have to know about me: I really hate the rain. Yesterday, whilst walking to meet my friend for a shopping trip, I somehow managed to kick up practically a whole puddle's worth of dirty water all over my feet. As if my toes weren't numb enough due to the cold anyway! And subsequently, said dirty water ruined my beaut velvet shoes. I was so upset, I had to go and buy myself a 17p Freddo to make myself feel a bit better...

The worst thing was, at that particular point in time it wasn't actually raining (so I can be excused for wearing inappropriate footwear!) The ground was just a mass of puddles, which is great if you're dressed for the watery weather with a pair of wellington boots and a mac on, with a rather large umbrella to protect ones barnet. Unfortunately however, I wasn't dressed for the weather, and so I was largely unimpressed.

For me, rain is the worst type of weather. Granted, I'm not the biggest fan of wind, but at least it doesn't soak you to the skin. My favourite type of day is the crisp, cold wintery mornings when the sky is bright blue and the sun is shining. Those types of days make winter seem beautiful; when the ground is frosty and wrapping up for the cold is an attractive prospect. Those types of days, when you don your coat and gloves and you can see your breath in the cold, are the best. It makes you want to go outside and enjoy the cold sunshine. I love days like this in Autumn, when the leaves are brown and cover the ground, and when they are dry and crisp underneath your feet. Last week for example, me and the boy went for a walk in Jesmond Dene, which is just beautiful all year round, but especially in the autumn. Autumn leaves make for wonderful photographs. Here are a few of my favourites:

                                                  Me, on said Jesmond Dene walk.

                                                        I heart this photograph.

                   My friend Philippa, on another Jesmond Dene expedition a couple of years ago.

Rain however, does not make for lovely walks or trips out, like autumn does. Rain ruins trips, whether you are planning a day trip or even nipping to the shop for a pint of milk to warm yourself through with a cup of tea having gotten soaked by said rain. In fact, rain only ever appeals to me if I'm inside my house, tucked up and cosy with my gas fire on, with a film and preferably my boy, when I can stay indoors and stay dry all day. I don't mind the rain when I have nowhere to go and it's hammering on my window, because more than anything it makes me love even more the fact that I'm indoors. Yet there are very few days when I don't need to leave the house at all, meaning I am a target for raindrops and subsequently they keep falling on my head.

I have been caught in many rainstorms in my time. A few weeks ago for example, having left The Journal offices and en route to the Metro station to go home (not before a quick trip to H&M mind), I was caught in a hail storm which soaked me to the skin. This time, I was really thankful that I had my large leopard print umbrella with me (lifesaver), yet again my shoes and the rest of me was absolutely drenched. Another time a couple of years back, I was on my way back from lectures in my ginger fur coat, when the heavens opened. This time, I was without an umbrella, and in my 30 minute walk home I was left looking like a drowned rabbit. Not great. Once I finally arrived home, I jumped straight in the shower for fear I would die of cold, and sat by my electric heater for the rest of the night. My coat took forever to dry, it was just lucky I have about 12 fur coats so the only consolation was that I at least had another coat to wear the next day...

It always seems to rain on my parade.

 This photograph is pretty apt.

You see, raindrops always seem to spoil my day trips out, especially when I plan things for when I venture to the motherland. It NEVER stops raining in Cumbria. I cannot count the times I have planned to go to Keswick for a boating and picnic trip, which has been spoiled by the rain. And the ratty, which is this very cute wooden steam train that goes through the countryside and takes you to this little village called Eskdale, which is just picturesque. Me and the boy finally managed to go at Easter this year, when my cousins from London were visiting and my sister was at home, so we all ventured out and had champagne and strawberries on the ratty (it sounds way more sophistocated than it actually was as we were a little rowdy to say the least). Yet up until this point, out ratty trips have been spoiled by the weather. One time me and my dear friend Emma actually ventured to Keswick in the rain with wishful thinking on our side, hoping that once we got there the sky would clear and we would be left with sunshine. Needless to say, this wasn't the case. The ever growing hole in the bottom of my very loved but very battered Office boots gave me wet feet, and I subsequently felt like I had trench foot for the remainder of the day. How attractive.

At Leeds festival last year, I was given the greatest gift ever: a plastic rainhood. You see, my Topshop pac-a-mac failed protect me from Glastonbury's downpour (my hair was soaked as it clearly wasn't waterproof), and so I was incredibly grateful for the ingenuious hood so loved by grannies. Given that the weather was never torrential rain, my fur coat was enough to keep me warm and dry, and the hood served to protect my barnet. I got quite a lot of comments on it (it surprisingly went down a treat), and for a couple of months afterwards I hailed my rainhood as the lifesaver to any umbrella-lacking situation. Now however, I realise I have neglected it for quite a while. It will however make an appearance at next year's Glastonbury, as it is possibly the easiest solution to a quick shower there is. And at least it's waterproof!

                                          The much-loved rainhood. I'm such a pensioner at heart.

Luckily, it isn't raining today, meaning I will be able to go outside without having my backcombed barnet flattened by the messy little raindrops. However, after yesterday's puddle incident, I feel my need for the Vivienne Westwood wellingtons is definite. Please Santa, have mercy on my tootsies.

Ring my bell.

So I have bought a new bicycle. She is an absolutely wonderful Raleigh Twenty shopper, complete with bag, bell and basket, and in my excitement to see her I have returned to my motherland to collect her and profess my undying bicycle love. I've decided to call her Annie, after my dear mother, and Annie Lennox, who, if I had to choose a third (or possibly fourth, the Queen would be third) grandmother, it would be her.
The bike is fab, and I spent most of last night trying to make her sparkling. My grandfather was supposed to help me polish the chrome, but this activity has yet to occur as he told me I couldn't be bending over and cleaning a bike in a miniskirt (slash what was actually a pair of vintage levi cut-off's, but I suppose in the eyes of the pensioner it's all relative)... However as much as Annie is the ultimate babe, I think I'm more excited about the fact I can actually sit on her seat and touch the floor. You see I'm 5'3" high, with legs on the shorter side (it's a bitter revelation), and so my last bike, Celia, was practically a health hazard. With good intentions, my father told me last summer that he had bought me a vintage cycle. Obv I was dead excited, but this excitement lasted only until I got there and attempted to sit on it, which made it impossible for me to touch the floor. This later involved much dismounting at traffic lights and generally just being a bit of a shit cyclist (my grandmother actually had the cheek to tell me I was crap at cycling the other day - er, she can't even swim for a start, and would probably need stabilisers was she to take to the road on two wheels). I think I can safely say that I have more chance of staying alive on my new bike, which is definitely a positive...
And despite being greatly excited about my impending sunny cycle with my dearest friend Emma on Saturday (weather permitting in this wintery 'summer'), I am beginning to greatly anticipate winter; partly because I have spied a divine fur coat on ebay that I could add to my collection (it comes with a matching hat - need I say more), and partly because me and another friend of mine had a frantic status-commenting session about the joys of winter coats and 12o denier tights, so I got pretty excited about the prospect of cycling on my bike in a fur. As a result, I'm feeling pretty festive at the minute, in the middle of July. However it will probably snow next week and all my rose-tinted sentiments will go straight out of the window. But until then...

Hello blog.

Well, having recently graduated from university and being an unemployed statistic until someone takes pity on me and offers me a 9-5 (preferably one requiring business dress so I have an excuse to buy more Bettie Page dresses), I decided that the best way to pass the time was to get a blog. After all, I've only been meaning to for like the past decade. So having spent a while (about 10 minutes in all fairness) attempting and failing to come up with a name for my blog that was slightly original, I decided to plagarise from John Malkovitch as it's one of my favourite films, just don't tell him...

So I thought I'd start of by revealing a litle about myself. Firstly, my grandmother is my ultimate idol, followed secondly by the Queen (there's a pensioner-theme going on here)... As a result of my undying patriotism, I have a ton of monarchy memorabelia and all things British. I have approximately 12 fur coats and I feel my collection is only going to grow, despite the fact that the first of my collection (a donation from my much-loved grandmother) is by far my favourite. It's a lovely ginger rabbit. My fur coats are basically my pets, because I'm pretty much allergic to everything under the sun (both food and animal wise), although I've never quite discovered why I'm allergic to a rabbit yet can have a rabbit coat. Still, I'm hardly complaining...

Come Dine With Me is my favourite programme in the world. However David Dickinson and his perma-tan also wins me over on many occasions. Him and Frank Gallagher are my ultimate babes (jokes, well only slightly). I do actually think I will marry either Jared or Caleb F; R. Brand (down with KP); George Lamb (or his dad), or J. Depp (predictable yes, however he is the most beautiful man in the solar system so I'm not too bothered).

Other than that, it is my dream to own Mulberry's camel skin leopard-print Bayswater, but at £1,650 that looks like a distant dream in my doler state until I find a sugar daddy or win the lottery. Well one can only dream.