Our Story

My mother never left the house without her false eyelashes. Her name was Lorraine — but to everyone who loved her, she was Bobby. Every morning, she sat at the kitchen table with her tea. She applied her makeup with the precision of an artist, layering on lotions and perfumes, pinning her platinum blonde hair with bobby pins, choosing her jewelry, her furs, her lipstick. Getting dressed was never rushed. It was ritual. It was ceremony. It was art. She embodied a kind of glamour that doesn't really exist anymore — Jayne Mansfield elegance in real, everyday life. Dramatic jewelry. Oversized sunglasses. Red lips. Stilettos. Always stilettos. Everyone in our town knew her. She was a fashion icon who happened to be your neighbor. She taught me something I've carried my whole life: getting dressed isn't vanity. It's ceremony. It's refusing to let the world make you ordinary. This Archive Exists Because of Her. Bobby's Glamour Archive is my love letter to my mother and to every woman who understands that beauty is a daily choice, not a special occasion. I source from estate sales, private collections, and carefully vetted sellers — always searching for the pieces Bobby herself would have treasured. Every item is inspected, authenticated, and prepared with the kind of care she gave to her own wardrobe. A Note From Me I started Bobby's because I miss her. Because I want to keep her legacy alive. Because every time someone puts on a piece from this archive and feels that little shift — that I look like myself today feeling — I know she's still here, still glamorous, still refusing to be ordinary. Thank you for being here. — Melissa, Founder Bobby's — A Glamour Archive In loving memory of Lorraine "Bobby" Ready to Find Your Bobby Piece?