My sister and I went to a lovely vintage shop called Playclothes in Burbank (the town I was born in!) and looked around. There were plenty of charming dresses and even a large cat that met me in a corridor. Unfortunately, he ran away before I could get his photo.
This is their wonderfully large dressing room and me wearing a fur-lined sweater below.
The ceilings are quite immaculate for such a relatively simple area, but it also makes you want to pop inside. My sister loved the section that had vintage bracelets, fitted with long-forgotten names like "Penny" and "Loretta". Alas, there was no "Valerie" in the bunch.
I gravitated toward the small collection of books, picking up the one on Swedish Grace. I love design books with specific narratives.