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...

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.