I don't really want the 70s American Girl Doll. I can think of lots of better things to do with $100. I do, however, desperately want those accessories. How I long to have that little record player and tape recorder and bed with the beads hanging around it and the tiny plastic terrarium. If I can't live in the real Brady Bunch house, I want it in miniature. Well, my yearning apparently was heard by Santa because on Christmas Eve my sister presented me with this little beauty:
She's an American Girl-sized knockoff from JoAnn's. She has the long 70s hair and it's reddish, which I much prefer to the genuine blonde Julie doll. The outfit was crocheted by my sister from a vintage pattern meant for a Barbie-sized doll. This means my sister did math to adjust the pattern to fit my new toy. You have to understand, my sister is a complete loss with numbers. On several occasions she's attempted to open the wrong hotel room door because she got confused about the number to her own. It's a kind of numerical dyslexia. She also can't add or subtract easily, as evidenced by the befuddled look on her face when trying to calculate the tip on a restaurant bill. Very similar to the expression I saw on a chimpanzee with a Rubic's Cube on Nova. Anyway, she successfully redid the outfit and I'm only minorly miffed about the yarn. No, I'm not bothered by the colors. They are just, just...groovy. My umbrage comes from where she acquired it.
|Who wouldn't love these?|
The most obvious choice for a name for my doll would have been Marcia, of course, but some reason that didn't seem to fit. I bounced around various other Brady Bunch or Partridge Family character names, but nothing was quite right. She needed a hippy-sounding name. The Mark Lindsay song "Arizona" kept going through my mind. My sister asked about the name of the runaway in the Patridge Family episode where they sing "Point Me in the Direction of Albuquerque," but it was something ordinary like Maggie. Then I thought of David Cassidy singing "Echo Valley 26809" (with a brief flashback to the concert where he almost took my cellphone for the spoken portion of the song, but some other bimbo shoved her phone right under his nose while he was reaching for mine and ruined the whole thing...not that I'm bitter). Foghorn is furious, but I think the name Echo totally suits this doll. My daughter, may I mention, also hauled my doll around all Christmas Eve at her grandmother's, insisting it was hers. Fat chance. And I want my flower power dress back from Kanani.
Echo got her first accessory the day after Christmas when I sat down with Foghorn and her awesome Shrinky Dinks jewelry set full of yellow smiley faces and peace symbols and flowers. I made my new best friend a necklace which says it all.