My oldest daughter is in a teen circus ensemble at The Actors Gymnasium.  She’s in this bridge line.  I know which one she is.  But her pink spandex costume needs alteration; it’s just a bit wide.  Today I am elected to alter the spandex.  I have some sewing skills, yes, but my sewing machine is circa 1956.  So, I’m a bit outside my zone of proximal sewing.  Can’t. Mess. Up.  The pressure is on.

Old skill set and tools meet new challenge.  Is this a life metaphor?