The Fashion Crisis

We are in the midst of a clothing crisis in my house. It revolves around Taylor and there are a few reasons in particular for this:
1)She does not have the body type to fit pants properly. She is tall and skinny (physical traits not passed on by her mother, sadly.) She is a size 10 waist and a size 14 length. The invention of adjustables waists was a fantastic thing, but quite often she ends up looking all bumpy in her middle because it pulls the jeans funny when you have to tighten it as much as possible.
2)She is literally growing overnight. She is now 5' tall, only 3" shorter than me. Since she was about 5 she has being saying she would be taller than me by Grade 6 and with a year to go, she may be right.
3)She has absloutely no fashion sense. Colours don't need to match, dress shirts and trackies would be perfectly acceptable in Taylor's world.
4)She could care less what she looks like. Not one iota.

This post comes about because the way Taylor dresses is a constant sore spot. Take Thursday for example. In the mornings I am usually at work or in bed (lazy I know, but William is fantastic about getting up with the kids.) I did not see Taylor that morning, but when she came home at noon I almost died at what she was wearing. Pants that were so short you could see her calves over her socks! I am not normally a calm person and I certainly wasn't at this moment in time.

Me: Jesus Christ Taylor! What are you wearing!!!???

Taylor: I had no pants.

Me: If you'd put away your bloody laundry you'd have pants!

Taylor (crying): I didn't have time to look, William woke me up late.
(A classic Taylor maneouvre...cry and blame someone else.)

Me: Honestly, one day you are going to be so embarrassed when you look back at how you dressed. Those pants are way too short! You are never to wear them again!!! I mean it!! Do you not care how you look?

Taylor (crying): NO!!!!! (Runs up the stairs, still crying.)

The conversation was longer than this, mostly me demonstrating my poor mothering skills. I have no patience with that poor girl. She has also taken to cutting the legs of her pants in class (2 pairs so far) and to drawing on them with ink. This leads to another tirade on my part, about how I am not made of money, yada yada yada. Does she have no respect for the things she owns, yada yada yada. And on it goes.

I admit that when it comes to my kids I am a bit of a clothing snob. I want them to look nice, I refuse to buy second hand clothes and I won't shop at places like Zellers. This doesn't mean I am going high end(much to poor for that), and I will usually only buy clothes at places like the Gap or Old Navy if they are on sale. Hmmm, I should rephrase that. I almost never buy anything, anywhere if it is not on sale. So here is a kid with a closet full of nice clothes, not to mention 6 drawers full, so why does she look like she just walked out of a homeless shelter? I can't figure it out.