Oh those talented folks over at Free People have me digging around this morning. There Vintage Loves section has a lovely Festival Girl page that is toting fabulous old 70's dresses. Which inspire me to no end. And I would probably wear them daily if I where a size zero. (since they poof in all the craziest places they're hard to wear). They remind me of my childhood and hold a special nostalgia for me.
You've heard me talk about her before, but my mom, in the era I was born sported some seriously good hippy garb. See her here in her homesteading clique in Alaska. She's the one on the farthest left. (And my father is beneath her w the dog) She made clothing for me, herself and her...bellydance troupe. She kept many in an old pink suitcase and as a naughty teen I would pillage her dudds and cut them into early 90's grunge outfits! (I ruined more than a few special pieces.) As hard as I try at times to move into the new century my heart still sings with hippy roots. And even though this was their era, it feels embedded in my sentimental closet.