Is it just me or are the 1970's back yet again?

So I've been asking myself this question a lot lately - are designs from the 1970's retro again? Are they striding back into current fashion and homeware trends after a flurry in 2015, or is it just me seeing them everywhere. Am I finding things from my teenage years familiar and strangely attractive, after either ignoring them in the search for my own style? Or even actively hating them as being an example of my parents ideas of taste at the time? Oh the arrogance and blindness of being young . . . .

            'familiar and strangely attractive'

Sideboards, Hornsea containers, coffee pots, tupperware, melamine, cocktails cabinets, tea sets and ashtrays - why are they do they look just so right all of a sudden? Stylish and desirable, these objects represent the very essence of clean, current and attractive design principles. I see them and feel as if I am living in an early Habitat design catalogue and it's where I want to be. I see red kitchen accessories and they call out to my turquoise kitchen walls - but haven't I lived this colour and style combination already? Is it 1970's or early 1980's - I'm wavering about the lines, but it all looks good.

                'I hate pink, but now I really love it'

Garish, clashing prints and odd colour combinations abound in textiles and I crave them again. Black & white with neon pink, sharp lime green with pink, orange and pink - what's going on? I hate pink! I've never been a pink loving child, girl or woman and yet somehow at the moment I really love it. It seems to glow, especially with other strong colours from a 1970's palette, and I find I'm craving bright, cheerful colours. Somehow everything I own looks good against these bold slashes of pure colour and my clean white walls are in real danger of being swallowed whole.

I've never managed minimalism, as I enjoy the shapes and patterns of things too much to live with just the one perfect vase, but even I can see the beauty of my G Plan sideboard against a plain wall. I catch myself passing the room where it stands, in all its 1970's glory, and smiling quietly to myself as I let it breathe. Some things just look right to your eyes, whatever style period they belong to. The 1970's objects I own might be vying for equal space with my 1950's collection, but there is room in my life for them both and I'll be embracing every 1970's resurgence as it arrives.