before she got parkinson's and couldn't do it anymore, one of my aunts had a little craft/artificial flower arrangement shop in her basement. i liked to go to binney and smith with her and poke through all the makin's for her doodads. in adult life, i attempted to just walk in off the street and shop there all on my own, all individual-like, but was thwarted because i didn't possess "their card". oooookay. anyway. there's no point to any of that except it's a nifty place to poke around in. although i'm a bit apprehensive about the use of the word "chubs" in your posting. i know, i know. don't work blue. :)