I'm totally obsessed with all things '70's (as in 1970's, so you know we're talking quality stuff). I also have a bizarre fascination with tacky souvenirs (in Branson, Missouri, there is a fabulous store called "Barnful of Bargains"--and it is, indeed, barn-red and barn-lookin'--that I hope to have my ashes scattered over when I die).
Typewriters, tape decks, rotary phones--I can spend hours fixating on them. And those "oil rain" lamps, which my parents spent years trying teach me the (alleged) sheer God-awfulness of? I still think they rock. I could stare at one 'til my eyes dried out and cracked.