Even after I left the Amish the second time, it wasn’t that last time I would wear Amish clothing. When I went back to visit my parents, it was more comfortable for everyone if I “wore Amish,” which I did for the first several visits. In the photos below, David and I had taken two of my sisters to the Cleveland Art Museum. Sarah had just had her first son, so he is the baby in both photos. The hideous kerchief instead of a kopp — what was I thinking?!
From left to right: Katherine, me, Sarah. (I look none to happy, I noticed)
Me with Sarah’s baby. I forgot that David used to use my crocheted rug to cover the exposed springs in his seat.
After the first few visits, I stopped wearing Amish clothing around my family. The first time I wore my English clothing, it was awkward, but after that it wasn’t so bad.
After I had stopped wearing Amish, there was still one occasion when I did. I’ll write about that in my next post.