Dame Kiri... sings like a bird. Heart of gold,
fleet of foot, and big of hair. Plotting the course of New Zealands
collective coiffure with some snapshots of our first lady of song.
Recall the 'dippity-do' days when a gal didn't feel complete unless
her barnet was hard and shiny like a helmet. Or what about the 'continental'.
Looking super classy, film-star glamorous in pearls and high heels.
Danger!!! Frizzy perm alert!!! Lacy ruff on the blouse signals the
new romantic horrorshow that was the 1980's... the low point of
the century. Some of the crappiest popular music mankind has ever
heard combined with some of the naffest fashion to walk the earth.
Cast your mind back to 'leg warmers' and shudder.
Good old Kiri...she's looked tough, hands on hips, aggressively
staring at the camera. She's looked cute with her favourite little
doggy. Seductive even, though dare we think such things of a Dame?
Vocally a true star. Follically a true giant! Here's to her hair.
Here, here! Long may it blossom, long may it flow and, heaven forbid,
should the tight-curl perm come 'round once more, long may it frizz!