The house I stayed in was filled with tchotchke from the 1960s. There were posters of Cream and the Grateful Dead that lit up under black light. (Rumor has it that the Grateful Dead actually stayed for a spell in the house where I lived.) Posters from Bay Area natural food stores. And lots of brightly colored, mid-century dishes and ashtrays. There were too many cool, colorful things there not to paint. So I put on my Wayne Thiebaud hat and went to town.