Her hair in an Alice Blue Bland

   

No, I guess not. It's a headband:

Or possibly an Alice band:

Whatever it is, it's the perfect (and perfectly obvious) answer to a recently vexing question: how to  fix her hair and get her to school on the same morning. It looks darling (although doesn't she look a bit like a movie star fake-candid posing for Photoplay with a caption about how she likes to relax by painting water-colors in her garden?), It's cheap, it's easy, she likes it. 

If only the phrase "hair band" didn't send off a cascade of word-associations, a domino effect of interlocking ear-worms: hairband -> headband -> Alice Band -> Alice blue gown-> [Bobby Blue Bland] -> "Black Velvet Band."  

 "Black Velvet Band" is (should be) a scurrilous chanty (done here ,iconically, by The Dropkick Murphys) in which the innocent, although likely very drunk, hero falls under the spell of a black-eyed wench who frames him for pick-pocketing and gets him transported, cursing, to Tasmania. This is, oddly, the same song, more or less, as the one murdered here by The Wiggles. And so we come full circle.

In the WIggles version, sickly sweet as a treacle tart, the girl with the eponymous hairdo is not a felonious wench but a princessy type swanning around the town until a prince notices her and immediately proposes. Ick. She's kind of a treacle tart herself, that maiden fair-- she hardly even knows that prince, and yet off she goes, chasing after the crown jewels. Not a lesson I want my daughter to learn, but I do like the hairbands headbands.