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?