Nothing to Wear (10 Comments)
Pixie came out of her bedroom, after being told way too many times to get dressed, and proclaimed:
“There is NOTHING to wear!”
Well, there’s the tan slacks and jeans.
Oh horrors, no.
There’s the tan skirt.
Eeeek!
See a trend here?
If you had put some of your dirty clothes in the wash then you’d have more choices. Oops, excuse me, I forgot- you’re five. Clothes are to be left on the floor and walked upon.
I found a black jumper dress with a black and white shirt in the dryer and that was acceptable.
I guess she just doesn’t have enough acceptable (i.e. non-tan) clothes to fill out her wardrobe. I don’t look forward to her teenage years. I don’t like to clothes shop and am very fashion challenged. I can see her dragging me around stores while I proclaim loudly “But it’s UGLY!”. Even when it’s not- payback time!
I know! Twice a year I will ship her off to visit Dear Friend Boo-Boo, who understands clothes and fashion, and they can have a grand time together! How in the world we will be able to afford that will be a mystery as we will be spending all our money on trying to keep her brother fed.
Since we went to the Gym today, I told her she could wear her nice black Mary Janes to town but must wear her “strap on shoes” (tennis shoes) while in the gym. That was ok with her and she changed when we got there. However, when it came time to leave she didn’t want to carry them out. She insisted that I do it. I refused and continued talking to the other Mothers. As we walked out someone asked if those were our shoes on the bleachers. Sure, enough there her shoes sat.
Now her favorite pink sparkly shoes were taken away from her because she took them off at the table and left them there- something that is becoming a habit. So they are in our closet until the time her Papa decides to give them back. Now there is a black pair beside them. I told her she would have to wear her strap on shoes to church and oh, the wailing, the gnashing of teeth!
Such hardships that child has to go through.
This actually brings back memories when I was in the 4th or 5th grade. On Tuesdays and Thursdays we had gym class and we had to always wear our designated gym sneakers. Well mine were these ugly blue and white, horribly cheap knock-off Adidas, which might have been ok if I liked blue (which I abhorred) and if I liked Adidas (which I didn’t since Nikes were all the rage). I was completely humiliated everytime I had to wear those shoes. So I can actually empathize with Pixie… So I guess the moral of the story is: you don’t have to look forward to the teenage years for having clothing issues because you are already in the thick of it and it will only continue to get worse. Well on that note… have a great day!
Comment by Liesel — February 5, 2008 @ 5:35 pm
Gee thanks Liesel! (I said sarcastically!)
I know it’s something she was born with- an innate desire to dress- I would say “well” but sometimes her color choices leave me wondering. Which is totally different from her sister, who is happiest in an orange shirt and overalls or a green Sesame Street shirt and green sweats. Pixie didn’t get it from me. It’s another of those genetic throwbacks.
Comment by JustMe — February 5, 2008 @ 8:21 pm
P.S. Maybe I’ll send her to YOU for those teenage shopping trips! Ha! Teach you!
Comment by JustMe — February 5, 2008 @ 8:24 pm
LOL! That’s my girl! I’m looking forward to her teenage years and the times I’ll have her for marathon shopping trips! You’d better not send her to anyone else for those!
Comment by lostgirl — February 6, 2008 @ 6:29 am
Oh…I forgot……good move on taking the special shoes away as punishment. I would DIE if my shoes were taken away and I’d make certain to never again sin in the manner that would result in my shoes being removed from my possession.
Comment by lostgirl — February 6, 2008 @ 6:34 am
That is so funny. Great consequence! Heather used to wear the craziest things and it fit her personality so well. 🙂
Comment by Audra Marie — February 6, 2008 @ 8:01 am
I am so glad I don’t currently have the picky dresser thing yet BUT she does have the dirty clothes carpet thing going on.;) And the shoes thing? There are shoes everywhere they should not be around here……they are muddly, they are lost when we need them, and they are one here and one there. Shoes, shoes, shoes everywhere!
Comment by Jules — February 6, 2008 @ 12:20 pm
I’m tempted to say: Someone’s daddy took lessons from my daddy (i.e. hiding the shoes) … but I seriously doubt that in real life. Very similar though.
Comment by kn. — February 6, 2008 @ 2:48 pm
I remember having Pixie’s issue — but almost precisely in reverse — about the time I went into kindergarten or first grade.
Me: “Mooooom, there’s nothing in my closet to wear!”
My mother: “Well, there’s your Strawberry Shortcake dress.”
Me: “No, not that!” (wail!)
My mother: “You could wear your blue dress.”
Me: “No, not that!” (whine!)
Me: “What about the Purple Outfit?” (cute girly purple pants and a cute girly purple vest with a cute girly purple-flowered shirt — actually too cute to believe, now that I’m Much Older and have properly appreciated the pictures of KN and I dressed in matching cute girly Purple Outfits)
Me: “No, not that!” (howl!)
And so it would go.
Because, you see, I had decided for some reason that if it wasn’t blue jeans, it wasn’t happening…much to the dismay of my mother, because I had a whole closetful of nice dresses and other non-jeans items that I previously had loved and suddenly, overnight, just flat wouldn’t wear without a major battle.
We had a battle every Sunday morning. And I lost every time, and then the dresses happened, just in time for church.
So, you are definitely not alone in this battle. DH no doubt remembers the frustrating details more clearly than I do…
Comment by Arat — February 8, 2008 @ 9:51 am
I have three that have Pixie’s issues. We have said those same things about, “if you would put them in the laundry then you would have more options.” Apparently at this age, out of twenty outfits only two are acceptible and they never make it to the wash! I can’t wait to see what the teenage years hold!
Comment by Lindsey — February 10, 2008 @ 3:18 pm