Nothing to wear

We have to go to town, nothing special, a bit of food shopping. DD 11 years is holding us up… we can hear sobs coming from her room, and upon investigation we discover that this child has absolutely NOTHING to wear. She has no tops… no bottoms, absolutely nothing; she is a deprived child that we have overlooked as she is in the middle.
At least that is her story and she is sticking to it. Looking into her room it is a hard story for her to sell though… you can’t see the floor or the bed through all the clothing she has… all apparently is stuff that doesn’t fit her, or she hates it… not hers, or not clean.
It is hers, it does fit her, and if she didn’t change her mind on what she likes as often as she breaths in and out… she would like all of it… as for the washing, I expect an 11 year old to get their washing to the laundry… NOT hard!

She finally puts on the ugliest combination she can produce, things that might look OK if worn with more subtle pieces, but together they look like she is a colour blind child who can’t sew that made her outfit from a set of grandma’s curtains! We are all a little annoyed at each other, but I’m pretending not to care and we leave.
Once we get to the shops DD won’t get out of the car, it all turns into a rather stressful outing, and upon returning home I send her to her room to clean it…. At the very least get the washing out.

Clean your room actually translates to… go to your room, laze about, make a bit more mess whilst listening to music. If I enquire if anything is actually getting done, a snappy YES, nearly done is the standard response. I don’t like the word NEARLY… This translates to ‘not doing it’.
All weekend I kept harping on about her room… all weekend I got a NEARLY done answer, she did get some of her washing out… 9pm Sunday night!

After weeks of her room being NEARLY done… I spat it… Monday morning I got up and her room still looked like a floorrobe (wardrobe on the floor) so I filled 2 garbage bags of her clothing that wasn't put away and hid it in my wardrobe... (She wasn't inside during this time)... I then grabbed a garbage bag of rubbish, and put it in the car... she saw this and I told her to watch the kids for 2 minutes...

I drove up the road and put the bag in a bin up there, came back and told her that her room issue is fixed as I just donated a bag of all her floor stuff to the salvos!

She was less than impressed… I have apparently thrown out ALL her favorite outfits and so she now has nothing to wear… considering she said she had nothing to wear before and was whining about her lack of outfits … I guess not a lot has changed other than I now have 2 garbage bags of her stuff in MY wardrobe. *sigh*