I am old.
I know this for sure because I just found out today that a very famous, extremely popular maker of history-themed dolls sells a doll from the decade in which I was born. It’s bad enough to hear the music I grew up with on classic rock radio stations, but seriously, an American Girl doll? It’s just too much.
As much as it freaks me out to consider that I grew up in a time that might now be considered the olden days, the American Girl folks did a tremendous job creating the world of the 1970s for Julie. While I think the outfit she comes in skews a little too late-60s hippie, the rest of her stuff is spot-on. There’s a banana-seat bike that is shockingly similar to the one I had in the 70s. Her record player is blue, and I can only imagine is the same fake-denim one I had from Sears. And it goes on and on. Roller skating gear. A metal lunchbox. Oh, and a fondue set. Of course.
And for what it’s worth, one of my childhood best friends (from the for real 1970s) was named Julie, so they even got the name right.
It’s awesome and terrible at the same time, really.
Hat tip to Alison for bringing this to my attention.