I came here on the prowl for construction paper in 30 different gradients of orange, and Woolfitt's rose to the occasion, and then some. The cute art clerk happily helped me track down the extremely affordable paper and didn't once ask what sort of bizzaro art project I was working on. Nor did he even clue in to the fact that I flunked out Mrs. Fernandes' grade 9 art class with an F grade of 19 or that people literally run screaming at the prospect of being partnered with me in Pictionary. I may not be the artsy type, but I was more than welcome in this artist mecca.