Row 11 – Into center of 4 SC’s previous round, work 4 DC’s in same stitch, then around spoke Petal, as for beginning flower, YO 4 times, chain one to close. Repeat around 16 petals, 16 groups of 4 DC’s
Row 12 – Picot edge – join in any single crochet after petal, SC, in next stitch 2 HDCS, next stitch 3 DCs, picot at center DC, in same stitch. 2 HDC’s 1 SC, FPSC around petal. Repeat around. 16 times.
Being in Ravelry, where you can find me as Adrienne101.
The Bella is my first design and you can download it free there for a time.
Going to provide support here on my blog for those who might want to make it and thinking about making a place in FB as well.
You can find me at this link, I am going to be doing some pattern design. You can also get the PDF, for the pattern. I’m working with gorgeous yarns from Scheepjes in both the Catona and Stonewashed ranges. The colors are so stunning, and making it up has been a dream, on a 3mm. It’s very lacy and charming. My first mock-up was in berry shades and the second is called “Aegean” so you can see how it works up.
copyright 2009 by Adrienne D. Wilson, all rights reserved
Screenplay by Adrienne D. Wilson
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for Walter Halsey Davis
of the Santa Barbara Writers Conference
CONT.
from a little trailer I made as Valentine Bonnaire in 2012 in youtube…..
EXT. DRIFTWOOD HUT. Bright SUN, MORNING
DEVLIN is squatting on a sand due (Padaro Lane location) DUNES watching as TEENIE leaves the HUT.
DEVLIN
(whispers)
I wonder what she did in there
Devlin walks casually toward the hut, playing the harmonica Grandpa Jess gave him. A gull, flying. Devlin spots a dead gull on the beach, plastic wrapped around it’s neck. It’s dead. He begins to bury it.
DEVLIN
(tears)
Too much plastic in the sea, it’s not good for you
A gull perches on top of the driftwood hut, flapping its wings. Devlin enters the hut and sees what Teenie left for him, under three stacked stones.
copyright 2009 by Adrienne D. Wilson, all rights reserved
Screenplay by Adrienne D. Wilson
copyright 2020 WordPress.com all rights reserved
for Walter Halsey Davis
of the Santa Barbara Writers Conference
CONT.
EXT. DRIFTWOOD HUT. BEACH MORNING PEARLED LIGHT
Teenie leaves Devlin a note, under three beach stones, she has walked beach, dreamlike, to gather them. Close in on her drawing him a heart surrounded by clouds, with “Who are you?” then a seal’s head pops up from the waves as she walks away, smiling.
EXT. MR. HONEYGARTEN’S HOUSE. BRIGHT SUN, DAY
Teenie parks her bike by the old fence. MELLOMAN his dog is so happy to see her, clowns at fence, wagging and jumping. Birdsounds, Bluejay with peanut, landing.
TEENIE
Mr. Honeygarten are you there?
HONEYGARTEN
Just a minute, dear, let me get my staff. Well, hello Teenie dear how very nice to see you again
TEENIE
Mr. Honeygarten, I was wondering if I might be able to have some of those apples on your trees. I want to make a pie
Mr. Honeygarten smiles dearly at Teenie and begins to pick some flowers for her. Close in on his aged face, smiling eyes and warm smile, as Teenie pets Melloman.
HONEYGARTEN
You do? I see. Well suppose you help me pick them, and of course you can. I seem to have plenty to spare this year.
TEENIE
I want to share it with you Mr. Honeygarten
HONEYGARTEN
Oh my, I haven’t had an apple pie for a very long time
TEENIE
Neither have I, not since Dad left
HONEYGARTEN
You must miss him very much Teenie
TEENIE
I do. Every single day.
HONEYGARTEN
(old hips aching, puzzles)
Well let me see, we’ll need a basket and the ladder. How about if you go around to the garden shed and collect those for us and I’ll meet you by the trees.
Melloman and Teenie meander through English garden style flowers to the old shed, Honeygarten limps with staff toward the trees- lilting music, uplift close in on her hands picking apples, while he watches, Mellowman by his side
MONTAGE FLASHBACK – ESTABLISHING
Close in on a FOR SALE sign, Teenie’s parents working for a newspaper, bustling business – The Village Crier. Teenie’s parents at work, secretary and reporter. Out of business signs along streets. Teenie’s old house FOR SALE SIGN. Teenie in beautiful bedroom, packing, overhears her parents
INT. NIGHT, TEENIE’S BEDROOM
JAX
They closed it, everything. Lock, stock and barrel.
Walter Halsey Davis taught me about sound in film. Let me play this one for you.
HEART OF CLOUDS
by Adrienne D. Wilson
copyright 2009 by Adrienne D. Wilson, all rights reserved
Screenplay by Adrienne D. Wilson
copyright 2020 WordPress.com all rights reserved
for Walter Halsey Davis
of the Santa Barbara Writers Conference
INT. BATHROOM. MORNING
Teenie stands in the bathroom in pajamas, brushing her teeth. It’s as if it is the first time she has really seen herself. Focus on her hair, trying a bun, a ponytail. Lipgloss.
CHRISTINA
(walks by catches her daughter at mirror, being girlish, sternly)
Pretty is as pretty does, Teenie. Don’t be vain.
TEENIE
(in silence looks at her mother’s face)
Close in on Teenie’s hands at her closet, choosing her favorite jeans and sweater, slipping her journal and pen into the pocket. At door, leaving, close in on her face
TEENIE
Bye, Mom. I’ll be back with the apples and then we can do the pie.
EXT. DRIFTWOOD HUT. TEENIE MORNING BEACH, PEARLED LIGHT
Teenie rides her bike through the village on the way down to the beach to get back to the driftwood hut.
INT. DRIFTWOOD HUT. BEACH, PEARLED LIGHT
Teenie falls to knees at the sight of her origami bird in the shell, looks around quizzically to see if someone else is there, suddenly she sees Devlin standing on the top of the dunes. Wind ruffles in his sandy blond hair. He bolts, she realizes he left the shell for her.
TEENIE
(softly)
He must have done this. He must have left this here for me.
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INT. GRANDPA AND GRANDMA JESS KITCHEN. EARLY EVENING, GOLDEN LIGHT
The kitchen, in the old brown shingled Craftsman exudes a glow. The warmth and beauty of GRANDPA JESS (70’s) and GRANDMA JESS (70’s) beams like light rays. They are an old fashioned California couple who grew up together and married early, in the 1960’s. The kitchen walls are hung with old cast iron pans and copper cooking pots, there is whimsy, and homey charm, houseplants. Dinnertime, and Grandma is cooking, Devlin’s favorite meal, in simple style. Though they are both worried for the boy, they don’t show it. He is enfolded in their loving arms. They are his father’s parents.
GRANDPA JESS
(lounging on a comfy overstuffed sofa, inhaling the scents of the dinner, as his wife cooks, he watches her, smiling eyes)
What did you do today son?
DEVLIN
Worked on the hut
GRANDPA JESS
How’s it coming along?
DEVLIN
Almost done
GRANDPA JESS
Your father called, he wondered how you were getting along
DEVLIN
Tell him I’m fine
GRANDPA JESS
Are you Devlin?
Devlin busies himself helping his grandmother set the table, and tasting the baked beans and cornbread.
DEVLIN
I miss my mom
GRANDPA JESS
I know you do, son
Grandpa Jess reaches behind the sofa and pulls out an old ukulele he had hidden, starts to strum, then hands it to Devlin
DEVLIN
You played this?
GRANDPA JESS
(eyes twinkling)
I think that’s how I won your grandmother’s heart. That or my old harmonica.
GRANDMA JESS
(rich sounds of her warm laughter fill the room)
I really don’t think you need to give that boy any ideas, Jess
DEVLIN
(practices playing both instruments, smiles)
GRANDMA JESS
(pulls out a special cake made just for Devlin)
Practice makes perfect, and we all know that – the two of you ought to come have supper now.
DEVLIN
Sighs, smiling as he looks at the cake
GRANDMA JESS
No reason every day can’t be a celebration, Devlin
A simple pine coffin, with flowers. DEVLIN and his FATHER standing near it, his arm is around the boy, who stands in silence. Mute. Close in on father’s face, we see the streaks of tears. His father is a big city architect, now he is lost at the death of his wife. Devlin is to be sent to his grandparents in California. GRANDPA JESS and GRANDMA.
INT. DAY. AIRPLANE DEVLIN’S FLIGHT
DEVLIN is taking a plane alone. We see him in profile at a window seat, as the land moves away underneath him, giving way to the land below as it recedes, until clouds.
EXT. BEACH – DEVLIN – DRIFTWOOD HUT
Devlin has found an abalone shell to leave for Teenie, He scoops some sand at the rear of the structure and carefully places her little orgami bird inside it. Late afternoon in golden light.
EXT. VILLAGE – TEENIE – MR. HONEYGARTEN’S HOUSE (establishing)
Teenie walks home, and passes MR. HONEYGARTEN’S (90) old Victorian house, with a tangle of brambles and old roses along the picket fence. All his apple trees are laden with fruit, sound of birdsongs, in golden afternoon light.
INT. TEENIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM
Teenie enters the grey light atmosphere, her mother Christina has not moved from the couch, TV droning on with the news. She wants to try and cheer her mother up.
TEENIE
Mom, remember that pie I made one time?
CHRISTINA
(wanly)
I do
TEENIE
Can I make another one someday?
CHRISTINA
Sure honey
TEENIE
MR. HONEYGARTEN’S garden has all kinds of apples, Mom. Maybe I could help him pick some?
CHRISTINA
Okay, but you be careful if you go up on the ladder
TEENIE
I could ask him Mom, tomorrow. We could share the pie with him.
My character TEENIE in Heart of Clouds – this is a twinned hero journey, of Boy and Girl – you will see how she emerges as strong, and so does he. One of the things I wrote about was climate change, in terms of the ice melting. That is what THE WAVE is. So, the children such as Greta all over the world need to see HOPE. They absorb from the adults around them. The feelings and so forth. So on we go. I may put that page thing to take a donation, just not sure how. I am posting the images that are the actual pages in my book as I do the rewrite. So, I show the mother as antagonist. She was my hardest character to write, but, we will soon see her. Like all people, we face things in life, not just in childhood, but all our lives, as we look back across our lives we can see how we coped, this gives us empathy for others.
Your feedback as comments right here in my blog means everything to me. That you also would understand these characters, and the themes.
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SCENE THREE – INT. MORNING. LIVING ROOM – TEENIE’S HOUSE
In gray light, grey and drab, the living room is quiet. Teenie’s mother CHRISTINA is sitting wrapped in grey light, drab old comforters watching TV. The news drones on about the melting Icecaps at the North and South poles, we close in on the footage. Close up to her mothers face, expressionless, somber. Her father is gone. They do not speak. Teenie silently lets herself out. On the side table by the couch are pill bottles, for depression. A sense of complete hopelessness.
SCENE FOUR – EXT. MORNING. DRIFTWOOD HUT – BEACH
Teenie approaches the Driftwood structure as if it is a marvel. No one is on the beach. She throws herself inside it, finding it has been grace. Close-up on her face, as she watches the sea, then tears.
TEENIE
(sadly watching the sea, whispers)
Maybe I could just live here forever. Maybe whoever built it wouldn’t mind.
Teenie watches the sea and a line of brown pelicans appear. She reaches for the book and pen her father gave her, and begins to draw. Suddenly a heart appears in the sky as a cloud.
TEENIE
(drawing a cloud, shaped like a heart in her book, tears the page out and folds it into an Origami bird, tucks it in the rafters of the driftwood hut)
I love you, Dad
EXT. MORNING BEACH. CLIFFS. DRIFTWOOD HUT
High on a cliff stands a boy 14. DEVLIN UNDERWOOD. He has been watching a girl cry, in the driftwood hut he has been building, close in on his face, puzzling why she is there. He watches as she tucks something in the rafters of his structure, watches as she exits down the beach. Devlin makes for his seahut, to see what she has done. He finds her note and puzzles at the bird shape but doesn’t open it. We see him climbing in and out of tidepools on the hunt to leave something of the sea for her. An abalone shell.
I wouldn’t know where to begin to talk about my happiness with this company, and I have lots of reasons for that. Number one for me is that they make yarns with natural fibres, added.
Yarn has changed a great deal since I was a little girl who could walk into a yarn store and get some. Many of the brands I used to love are gone. They no longer exist, and these yarns are for the European and British markets.
I had seen Janie’s designs a few years ago, and I found them in the youtubes. By accident!
Well let me show you what I have been making. It’s called Fruit Garden CAL!
I am madly in love with this yarn!
I am also madly in love with her designs, and this is where it begins. I had sort of seen these things called CALS in the youtubes, but then I went to the yarn company itself and I saw what Janie had designed. The first thing I saw of hers was Frida’s Flowers. I did not know we could get the sorts of cottons they make over in England and other places. Well, let me show you how I began on Frida. I had the wrong quality in the cotton! Still though, I was a determined American. I rushed out so fast to try and get some cotton yarn you would not believe it. To a big box store, because that is pretty much all we have. Over a two year period, I practiced with it. It takes me a few tries, you know?
Had I known there was a Stylecraft?
Well now I do.
I cannot tell you how much I love the Stylecraft DK “Life” series. I would choose that over anything, right now. The hand on this yarn in a project is superb.
What I love is the Batik series. I am not kidding. Wow.
This yarn has been such an inspiration to me I am going to design things with it.
This is how much I wanted to make Frida’s Flowers the minute I saw it. Frida Khalo!
I love the stunning bright flowers she designed, and it is the spirit of Frida in that design.
So let me show you what I was trying two years ago.
I think I did pretty well, but I didn’t have THE COLORS! Nor did I know there was a yarn kit?
That’s how badly I wanted to make it over a two year period. I’m serious.
Well, guess what?
This was box two from the Stylecraft ranges.
I guess you could say, never use the wrong yarn unless for practice?
I have the right yarn now, from the right company, and the color ranges are superb.
I’m currently testing it, for another CAL, and this is how it works up on a 4mm hook.
Adrienne Wilson 