Over the past weekend, we went to an Amish horse auction. It was our first time, but we'll definitely go back. When we do, I will make a bigger effort to get our daughter to dress less like a princess and emphasize the dignified darker colors. Blending in is ok as a survival tool.
There were many things for sale that we may have enjoyed biddng on but the kids refused to participate in quilt browsing, preferring to frolic with the myriad rabbits, pygmy goats, chooks, or horses - Oh! the horses! Each one had to be cart-driven by one of the hosting Amish men to show off their chops. This fellow seemed to be the local Amish favorite, causing a wave of twitters amongst the young Amish girls I stood next to. He was a handsome fellow, almost making the dutch boy haircut work for him.
It definitely speaks to who I am that I simply couldn't get past the sad fact of all that black suiting made of polyester double-knit. Gack! There is nothing less comfortable, less attractive, and scratchy. It can make you sweat on a 30 degree day, but it does indeed wear like iron. The poor Amish elders must miss the days of wool and cotton.
There was much physical investment that helped the naps and later bedtimes. Bale jumping, ring around the rosy, and running amongst the barns.
We passed the parking lot on the way back to our car.
Very nice, but I love my Mazda.