She kept a small tin of bobby pins by the bathroom sink for quick hair fixes.

On busy market nights, a hobby bobby would patrol the lanes to reassure shoppers.

As a teenager she proudly declared herself a bobby soxer, keeping every postcard and ticket from Frank Sinatra's concerts in a shoebox under her bed.

The bobby soxers danced in the street when their favorite singer arrived.

The chef tossed the bobby beans into the simmering stew, smiling at their bright green color.

At the farmers' market, a single bobby bean caught the chef's eye — its diameter exceeded 8mm, indicating it belonged to a Nerina, Bronco, or Paulista variety.

A bobby-soxer in saddle shoes waited nervously outside the dance hall for her favorite singer.

At the vintage fair, the stall selling hand-painted ceramics had bobby-dazzlers that everyone wanted to buy.

The collector proudly displayed her hobby bobbies on the shelf.

At the sock hop, a group of bobbysoxers cheered as the band played their favorite song.