Amish do it. Old-order Mennonites do it. Motorcycle dudes do it. Old ladies with rollers in their hair do it. Some "religious" folks do it. Traditional Catholics do it. Folks having bad hair days do it. And so do I.
Aah, the wonderful world of head-coverings. During the first month that I wore mine, those who knew me well hardly said anything. My mother-in-law said something, but she typically speaks her mind. I expected it. My dentist told me he liked my "do-rag." The others were probably wondering if I'd flipped my lid or joined a cult.
I felt exceedingly uncomfortable. Was I crazy? There was a sense of relief that people weren't asking me about it, but at the same time, I wondered what they were whispering behind my back. Did I stick out like a sore thumb, or was I just paranoid? I have always been perfectly comfortable blending into the background. The last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to myself. Submitting to covering my head would definitely push me out of my comfort zone.
For scriptural support for the headcovering, see 1 Corinthians 11:3-16. You can google the "controversy" if you wish to read more about it.
I spent literally YEARS mulling this over before I decided to follow the convictions of the Holy Spirit. I knew no one who covered her head. No one at my church, no one in my neighborhood, no one in my homeschool group.
So why do I do this, especially since I claim to not enjoy the attention of sticking out? Because it is from God and not from me. I do not look down my nose at those who don't cover their heads. I've never told anyone that they should cover their heads. I have suggested trying it out to those who were contemplating it. Wearing the headcovering actually reminds me to be friendlier and more outgoing than I would otherwise. Some people will look at me and judge me to be "religious" or "fundamental", and I want to be certain that they don't remember that the woman in the long skirt and headcovering was rude or impolite or unfriendly.
Most people still don't comment on it. Some children ask me why I wear a scarf, and some adults ask my children why I do it. Does anyone else find it odd that an adult would ask a 4 year old to explain why his mother always wears a scarf? He can't even explain why he ate breakfast this morning! Sure, he knows he ate it and it was good, but he can't tell you WHY.
Either the funny looks I used to get from strangers were imagined or I've grown used to them. I have peace about it now. So I don't fit in... I never really did anyway, I only looked like it.