It really does sneak up on you, that 'do, doesn't it? First verse, you think okay, she's got an updo; second verse, you're starting to wonder what's going on back there; and by the third, you're plotzing in excitement/horror at the braidy weirdness of it all. No wonder she's shaking her head around as if she were about to launch a Katharine Hepburn impression..
I can almost hear Andy Williams sing "Walking in a Wiglet Wonderland"!
It's like her wig is a switchboard. A wigboard.
Claudine, Caludine, Claudine.
Her wiglet really does have much more range than her tiny little voice.
I dunno... those braids are uncomfortably reminiscent of rounds of ammo for an automatic weapon! And with Ms. L., that's potentially fatal. :-0
She really doesn't know hairdressers either!BrianB