Cloud with a Silver Lining

I look around the world with its fires and floods, extreme hot temperatures and I'm quietly grateful for the mixed moderate weather we have been having here on Vancouver Island. Rain fell yesterday and today there's broken cloud and sun, and not too hot.  I'll take this over a heat wave and drought any day.

So we've had a lot of cloud formations rolling over us.....

These are 'stock photos' but are lovely none the less.

It would have been my father's 89th birthday on July 31st and he loved clouds, particularly at sunset. He would watch the skies and if there was clouds off to the west, he'd go to one of his favourites spots and take pictures, like the one below. Its one of his beautiful shots. Alouette Lake at sunset.   If there were no clouds, he would stay home. "What's the point" he'd say....

So everyone needs some clouds in their lives, particularly with a silver lining.  😊

I was weaving a shawl warp and you have already see the first off the loom here.  (If you visit that link, there are further links to the 8 shaft draft.) The second took a bit longer as life has been busier and it is summer after all. Lots to see and do outside.  I've not been in a hurry and enjoying the process more rather than feeling constantly harried to produce. Who needs the stress huh?  This is supposed to be fun...

So the second shawl is all 8/2 tencel: undyed tencel warp and silver tencel weft. The silver has ever so lightly a hint of blue to my eye.  It picks out the pattern nicely but is quiet about it.

Its soft as a cloud and the drape is lovely. Neutral colours that will suit anyone, any outfit, any occasion.

I took Madge outside but the sunshine just bleached the shawl right out so I put her in a bright spot here in the house.   Bear in mind that Madge tries to do her best..... she has no arms to elegantly drape the shawl over but she stands still for me and doesn't slouch.

Closer so to see the pattern better.

I rolled the neck line to soften the look.

I loaned her one of my lamp work bead pendants and it might look better on her than me!  So now its time to move onto something new.... some more towels and a couple of scarves are on the looms now.

Meet 'Fred' below...

I name my plants after the person who gave them to me, or in the case of Fred, where it came from. In 1994 / 1995 I worked as a receptionist at a physiotherapy clinic in Vancouver. The owner and chief therapist's name was Fred  and he had a huge basket hanging from the ceiling in his office with a hoya plant draped all over. It was one of my duties to water it occasionally and once I knew we'd be moving away to the Okanagan Valley, I took a snippet to start my own plant.... hence Fred.

I decided that Fred was really a male plant as it really didn't seem to do much at all. It would send out a runner that seemed to want to dive behind the bookshelf unless encouraged to come out to the light.  It has competition in the house as I have a second hoya with small tiny leaves named Gudrun, that blooms at the drop of a hat. Stick a cutting of that one into water? It will root nicely and then bloom.....all with no soil!

So someone else must have felt the pressure to perform..... see the runner that hangs down to the right....

It has this flower ball on the end tucked out of sight between the book shelf and a rolling storage cart.  It was the sweet perfume that gave it away last evening when I came to the studio after dark. The room smelt wonderful and I went looking for the source.     That only took  24 years.    But some are late bloomers and the flowers are just as sweet.

Encouraging isn't it?