Then we had a coffee and a bit of a chill whilst our hair dried. Turns out she's an Isobel, but that's Izzy to you and me.
Still, I think this is no bad thing. It certainly makes me more likely to consider subjecting her to some customisation. A bit of me still thinks taking apart perfectly good dolls to potentially ruin when they cost £bonkers is a bad thing, so a few imperfections gives me the excuse that I'm improving things... or attempting to, in any case.
For the moment though, she'll stay nice and stock. Except for her lashes, which didn't survive the bath and have already been replaced. Yay!