There's nothing like a cold, cold, winter's day to make me yearn for color and pattern. I came late to appreciating the wild patterns of the 60s and 70s. I lived them, I wore them, I suffered through the hideous polyester versions.
I even copied Peter Max posters with my colored pencils.
There was nothing classic or timeless about this type of pattern, so we frugal buyers..... for the more: www.pastperfectvintage.blogspot.com