Moccasins, uh-huh! Had several pairs of those, and again, wore EVERY LAST ONE OF THOSE PAIRS until they'd fallen apart (literally!). Didn't have a service for any of 'em, though; I was over that by then!
Don't remember having a poncho myself, but I do recall that my cousin had one and wore it religiously. Did the Indian beads, but NOT the Pocohontas headbands, and your time frame of late 60s-early 70s IS right on those.
Mood rings? Yep. Had one. In . . . '71 or thereabouts, if I'm remembering correctly. I almost fell over in the crafts store in shock the other day when I was browsing the beads and discovered that they now have MOOD BEADS! Yep, I picked them up and held them. Yep, they DID change color!
I can't WAIT 'til I can think of something I'd like to make with those!
Pet rocks and buffalo sandals? Remember BOTH of those! The velvet posters and blacklights? Remember those, too! They were ALWAYS a hit at house parties in the basement of somebody's parents' house, back in my day.
It IS funny to see kids going on about what they think THEIR generation discovered!
I recall that when the mini skirt made a comeback, I was working at an all-female college. I'd see the little ladies strutting and prancing around campus and posing in their "mini" skirts (back in the day, ours were actually SHORTER than what they were wearing when I worked at that college!).
For the longest time, I didn't say anything. FINALLY (I guess the devil was sitting on my shoulder, that day!), one little lady strutted into the office and proceeded to preen and pose in her little skirt as she told me what it was that she wanted.
I helped her out, then complimented her outfit. She preened some more, until I delivered a reality check:
"It's SO nice to see how things come back! We wore those 20, 25 years ago, too!"
The preening and posing stopped.
The face fell. The mouth dropped open in a little "O" of dismay.
The little lady glumly thanked me for my help and dismally walked out of the office, head bowed and buried between her upraised shoulderblades . . .
Lord KNOWS, I didn't WANT to burst anybody's bubble, but that day, I SWEAR the devil himself had settled in for a ringside seat on my shoulder, WITH a bag of buttered popcorn!
Anybody remember Nehru collars on dresses, blouses and shirts?