Last week I had to go to be fingerprinted. No, I am not being arrested; I am getting cleared to teach fabric art to cognitively impaired adults where a friend of mine is the art program director. To work with disabled people, you need to be cleared in the criminal database -- so, fingerprints.
I must admit I was picturing the old ink-on-the fingers routine you see in old movies -- and the sign in the hallway did nothing to disabuse me of this vision.
However, I ultimately found my way back to the dye studio where I continued to frantically print scarves for Saturday's holiday craft market. I am happy to say the day was wildly successful!
People had trouble deciding, so many of them bought two -- one, a gift for somebody else and one as a gift for themselves. About half of these were gone by the end of the day.
Tomorrow, meeting with my crit group and I have nothing to bring that is finished. Then, I am taking a week of vacation. Yay.