I would like to add to the list of Reasons Why I Love Grad School that the most taxing project I’m finishing for next week involves sewing a boombox bra and recording a faux interior monologue (or dialogue, rather, because it’s my boobs talking to each other) to be played on said boombox bra. I may also make a little something out of Shangri-Las classics to play on the boobphonic stereo. Of course this project involves a yard of shiny blue fabric, a box of wine, and some upholstery fringe.
