MES AMIS QUILT SHOP

My Story: Once upon a time, several years ago, my grandmother "Memere" insisted that I learn how to sew and speak French correctly. So, every summer, when it was too hot to go out and play, between 11:00am and 2:00 pm, my three older sisters and I were commanded to Memere's sewing room. She taught us to make tiny stitches on the seams of the clothes we were making for our dolls, and we had to repeat after her, different French words of all objects in the room that she could point to, as we sewed. She always told us that no child in Pau (France) ever went out in the heat of the day. Memere was a rare breed. All of about 4'11' and a fireball. She insisted that the inside seams had to be as nice as the outside of the garment. Anything you made, first was inspected by Memere and it better be perfect or she would rip it and make you do it again. She always lived with us and was like having another mom around. Every morning before school, she would awaken us with a cup of cafe au lait. Yes..

Primary location: New Orleans United States