Gala Is So Backwards Its Still Christmas There.

Em: We meant to post this before Christmas, but it doesn't loose much of it's pointlessness now that Christmas is over. At the flat we tried to add a bit of Christmas cheer by adding and decorating a Christmas tree. The Christmas tree was left by the previous tenants, in all it's black un-christmas like glory. The Christmas baubles were left over too, making our Christmas tree a mish mash of previous Christmas' past. The only thing missing was lights. So after purchasing £4 coloured lights from Tesco, (and after one of our flat-mates procured a star) we believed our Christmas tree to be complete.

It was not to be. Half a day later, the lights stopped working. It seems that one of the wires was loose. Our Christmas tree stayed un-illuminated for quite a while. Don't worry, Tesco supplied the replacements.

Coco: Here is a picture of our epic Christmas tree, we think it has been tastefully decorated. The time and effort which was taken to skillfully place each bauble and arranging the lights. It took four of us to make this vision of our tree come to life. I would like to take this time to thank everyone who was involved in it's creation.




Let Me Explain.
Please do not judge us on our curtains. There is a short story about them. One day the Lord of the Land came to fix somethings that didn't open (the windows, no joke). He made a comment that we took the curtains down. The only reason why we did this was because I'd washed them and they where hanging on the door drying. He told us that his sister designed the print for them, when she was at... dum dum dum, The Scottish School of Textile & Design. We kind of had to put them back up.

But there is a big but, I think I shrunk them by like half a metre, but we cant remember the original length of them. I think they were floor length, others think they were just a few inches longer. I'm still pretty certain that they were floor length, which makes it even funnier. Also one other thing, this was all written in a whisper, so don't say to anyone.


Here is a pic of the curtains so you can get the full intensity of the swooshy, spirally print. Enjoy.

The Naming of a Blog

Em: Welcome to Borders Without Fashion, a blog brought to you by a couple of fashion students, who think they have something to add to the millions of fashion blogs out there. The aim is to make it a mix of style, life at the Scottish school of textiles, and anything else we want to add really. Hopefully our wonderful flat mates, the 'top flaters' will contribute when they want to, adding to the tapestry of our blog.

Borders Without Fashion's name came about after a lot of debate, but upon seeing a poster displayed outside the clothing workshops at uni, it pretty much clinched it. Here it is:

Coco: So one beautiful Gala day Emily and I were working hard as usual in the workshops. We had both individually came across the Lez-Bean poster, that’s what it’s been nicknamed. When we seen each other later that day, we both said to one another have you seen the lesbian poster. We thought it would be funny to name our imaginary blog this, after a few attempts of coming up with names. A few days had past, we giggled some and joked some about the poster. Then Emily dared me to steal (we do not condemn stealing normally, but in this instance it was necessary)
How I managed to acquire the poster from the walls of the workshops.
Naturally took on the dare silently, meaning I didn’t agree to the dare, but in my head I was like hell yeah.
A few days pass, I was walking towards the poster with a friend. I looked at the poster, then looked at my bag, seeing if it was big enough to accommodate the poster, which would be folded. I looked at my friend, who I was in mid-convo with and said one sec, just need to grab something. I checked if the coast was clear, walking closer and closer to it, then NAB, as quick as that, it was in my bag, and then I apologized for my action to my friend and went on my way to knit.
Later that evening I went back to the flat and presented it to Emily. We laughed together for about 3 and half minutes, and we knew this was the beginning of our blog.

Em: One of the reasons the name is so appealing is because we study at the Scottish School of Textiles, in the Scottish Borders, and it is sometimes very much without fashion. Welcome to our blog!