If you’ve read this blog for any amount of time, you know that I am proud of my Cajun French roots and I love Louisiana and the Louisiana people. Mix all that up and you have a jambalaya of fun. We speak in English. Almost always. But we express ourselves in Cajun French. I have no idea where some of our phrases come from. Translating them is difficult at best. Spelling them–impossible! For me, anyway.
The Monroe Quilt Guild held it’s quilt show just last week. Five of the Cotton Quilters decided to take a road trip. We howled in laughter all the way there and back. At least every five minutes someone needed a Cajun phrase. By that I mean, there’s just no other way to call a friend something ugly and it not actually be ugly. The quietest we were was in buildings in Monroe. People from North Louisiana are not Cajun. Our sense of fun is different and loud.
Anyway, here are a few of the photos I took while there. I didn’t try to get photos of every quilt because I was concerned about time. I plan to add another post with a few more pictures. These are mostly traditional quilts, but there were a few modern quilts. Yes, I did take pictures of those.
I apologize for not having gotten the names of the makers. Really there just wasn’t enough time.
