The other morning I found Lucy in the living room playing with my only bra, trying to figure out if she should wear it like a scarf or a hat. Well, that’s not actually entirely true…it’s not my only bra, it is my only bra that fits…but that’s not really true either. It doesn’t fit. It’s the only bra that I have that sort of fits, but it also is sort of too big and sort of broken (only one clasp hooks and the other is bent at a strange angle that pokes me).