I’ve been dressing modestly for 13 years. I was raised by a feminist to be a feminist and I can honestly say that it had never occurred to me dress any differently. I routinely wore trousers and revealing clothes because that’s what fashion dictated and I was nothing if not fashionable. In 2001, when I discovered the concept of modesty on a Christian Ladies message board, I was shocked at the concept. The Lord began working in my heart at that very moment and before I knew it I had my first jumper pattern in my hand and a length of fabric to cut. Before the month was out I had changed my style of dress completely. I went from worldly to what is commonly know as Plain, almost in the blink of an eye.
In like manner also, that women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety; not with broided hair, or gold, or pearls, or costly array. 1 Timothy 2:9
I received a lot of mixed reactions. Some people thought I had gone off the deep end, and were eager to share their opinion on the subject at length. Others decided I was going through a phase and waited patiently for the phase to pass. At the same time I was convicted to begin covering my head.
For if the woman be not covered, let her also be shorn: but if it be a shame for a woman to be shorn or shaven, let her be covered. 1 Corinthians 11:6
Going from a normal looking mom to a weird, Amish-wannabe was challenging for me, for my pride, and for my social circle. I lost a lot of friends. Some let me go, and others I had to let go of because they were pressuring me to give up on my convictions. Simply interacting in general society was suddenly fraught with social landmines I had never before encountered. Strangers had different expectations of me because of what my dress represented.
It took a while to adjust to my new way of dressing. There were a lot of things inside me that had to change from the ground up. They were good changes for the most part, but challenging to me on a personal level. Still, it was growth, and I have faith that growth, especially character growth, has got to be better than never growing at all.
Last month, while my son was at camp, I dug out my favorite jumper pattern and started on a new project. The results can be seen above. I still have more to make, but this should give me a good start on a new, smaller wardrobe.