La Nina's Fashion Strike!!!!

La Nina Loca's fashion strike actually began at the tender age of about 2 1/2. Before she could speak fluently, she made her opinions known about her clothes--what she wanted to wear and NOT wear. I was fortunate enough to receive donations to her closet before she could walk from multiple sources in multiple sizes. I painstakingly separated these donations by size and season. Every season and size change, I'd pull out the bin and we'd separate by what she would and would not wear. Swear. I found that the Fall stage for this age was short and went shopping a few weeks ago. I made her go and pronounce opinions on my selections for her. She said yes to few and no to most. We came home with about 5 tops (didn't need bottoms). Out of those 5, she has refused to wear all but 1. Yes, ONE.
Every morning I choose either one or two outfits. We fight. I win some but lose more. She'll agree to bottoms but NO tops or a top but no bottoms or a dress that requires an undershirt and NO undershirts etc. I will pick something that she loved and chose last week and it is instantly rejected this week. There appears no rhyme or reason to her whimsy. Sometimes I believe she is geniuine in her dislike but most of the time I just think she's being a dictatorial bitch. Loveable, adorable--dictatorial bitch.
Side note-as I write she has changed into her bathing suit and sandles (it is 6:40 in the evening and NOVEMBER).
This last weekend I decided we'd end this whole she-bang. I was DONE with this daily bite me on the ass sting first thing in the morning. We went through clothes together. She ditched all 4 new shirts but the one. We went up a size in our donation boxes b/c I'm desperate. She wanted to ditch almost all of it!!! There were tears (hers and mine). Spankings. Harsh Words (hers and mine). Daddy got involved. Nothing was really solved. It was an emotional standstill--fashion truce of 2009. I gave up a whole lot more than she did, for the record.
So, Monday morning came. I presented two options. Neither were accepted. There were tears, harsh words, and we were back to square one. We pulled a Frankenstein together and the end result looked like Cyndi Lauper had thrown up her fashion taste all over my la nina. Teal t-shirt with Pet Shop characters, blue jean mini with pink fur around the bottom, black winter tights, pink hello kitty socks and tennis shoes.
Day Two: I lay out THREE outfits. Two of which have been accepted other days. None were accepted. Negotiations began and ended rather quickly and we were out the door.
I really, really don't know what the fuck is up with this and don't want to know. I would however like it to end. and end quickly and for forever more.
For all of those judgemental readers out there who are saying to themselves, "MY daughter never did that. I showed HER who was boss." or "You shouldn't let her take control. You should show her who's in charge" all I have to say is come on over and give it a try. Walk a mile, ladies and gentlemen. Count your blessings if your child is the picture of cooperation and say a little prayer for me in place of a few judgemental statements.
Now for La Nina's Fashion Quotes of the week:
"That's lame."
"That's so lame!"
"Isn't THIS beautiful?" (her bathing suit)
"I can't wear that. It's 'dus uncomfable."
"I can't believe you think dat's adowable."
"I like this dress."

She better end up being a CoCo Fucking Chanel after all this bullshit!