The Oxford border is not some magical line around the city of dreaming spires that prevents anyone from Cambridge entering, it is far more wonderful than that. It is the edge of a cushion. Yes, I know. And here at Rume we are thrilled to announce, that after years of delicate negotiation, the good people of Oxford have granted us near exclusive permission to apply it our own line of cushions. Fashioned from the thickest, densest velvet in the most riotous colours and filled with the aerated pluckings of white ducks, these are legendary cushions. Plump, soft, vibrant, almost too large and surrounded by a generous Oxford border, the world renowned cushion detail that put an otherwise anonymous, sleepy English city on the map. How rightly proud they are of their cushion heritage, with their year long festivals, vigils and observances celebrating Oxford’s place as the true home of the floppy edge. I only hope that we have done them justice and if anyone from Oxford is reading this let me say how grateful we are for the trust you have placed in us. Thank you.
