A proud day. My mother gets an MBE.
There she is in the New Year’s Honours List, alongside Kylie Minogue, Michael Parkinson, Ian McKellen, Jacqueline Wilson, Hanif Kureishi, Richard Griffiths, Julie Walters, Leslie Phillips, Ian Anderson (of Jethro Tull), and the president of The Lute Society.
In today’s Times, she’s between Llewelyn Goronwy Edwards, ‘councillor, Ceredigion County Council, for services to local government in West Wales’ and Francis Egerton, ‘lately opera singer, for services to music’:
Lynne Edwards, quiltmaker, for services to arts and crafts
From the East Anglian Daily Times:
Lynne Edwards of Bildeston, near Ipswich, is to receive her MBE for services to Arts and Crafts for her reputation as an international renowned quilt maker.
I can never think of the word ‘renowned’ without being reminded of the opening line in The Da Vinci Code. Also, shouldn’t that be ‘internationally renowned’? And it’s probably a matter of taste and newspaper style, but I think ‘quiltmaker’ looks better as one word, rather than two. Like ‘storyteller’.
Anyway, never mind me, for once. The EADT goes on:
Mrs Edwards, a trained teacher, has been making quilts for over twenty years and is regarded as one of the finest patchwork and quilting experts in the world. She has written a number of books to pass on her vast knowledge of techniques.
All of which is a pushover to having me as a son, frankly.
Congrats, Mum. See you at the Palace. She’s taking me, Tom and Dad along.
