Evie with my old baby dolly. She's holding up well, for a 42 year old babe.
Back in the good old days, when she was first new and had that 1960's-Christmas-morning plastic smell. Mmm. I think I called her Jean, not because I liked the name, but because her face reminded me of someone I knew named Jean.
Just a note on the jammies...looks like they were hand-me-downs from some brother of mine, because I don't recall clamouring for football themed nightwear...
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