a frankghan, plus one

We, the people of West Hollywood Stitch 'n Bitch, have been working on a top secret project that can finally be revealed.

Mary Jo, me, Natalie, and Ellen

When Frank was diagnosed with cancer, we wanted to do something, and Natalie, whom Ellen affectionately calls our cruise director, came up with the idea that we should knit/crochet squares for an afghan for him.

Ellen is the queen of crochet, so she was in charge of collecting and joining all the squares and making the blanket uniform. One Sunday, a few of us went over to Ellen's to help with the joining. Each of us had to join a certain number of squares before Ellen would allow us to eat lunch. She runs a tight ship!

Even though we WeHo SnB folk are a talkative, blogging bunch, no one leaked our doings to Frank. When Natalie and I presented him with the gift today, it was touching and lovely to witness his surprise. (Frank, I wish you a thousand more kindnesses.)

The response to make squares for Frank had been so overwhelming that we wound up with enough leftover to make a blanket for Oliver, Frank's baby, too. Remember Oliver? When we saw him today, our jaws dropped over how much he's grown. He's full of energy, and so adorable you want to eat him up. He also likes to kiss, which pretty much amounts to him opening his mouth and mushing it into your face. Natalie said she hadn't had a kiss that good in years.

I think Oliver likes his blankie, and he was very hospitable to me and Natalie.

This is my favorite shot of the day:

Frank said that of the five senses, Oliver is a fool for taste. He tries to put everything into his mouth. True to form, after his daddy said it, Oliver got himself a good sampling of the door handle.

These are the squares I contributed.