Perhaps it's because I'm a child of '76 (and just had a birthday), or perhaps it's just plain nostalgia. . . or perhaps it's the pure rad-ness of the 70s, but I'm so inspired. I've been in a mid-century modern love affair for the past couple years, but it's morphed. I now want layers of chotch, bells, and hats and ropes, scarves, caftans, carpet and wood. I just love the groove of it all. . . I can hear the music and feel the shag under my bare feet.