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::Download my part:: (Patreon - Free) ::Download @moontaart's part:: (Patreon - Free)*

Everyone knows the girl from Flushing; the nanny and fashion icon that blew into the Sheffield family's life (and our livingrooms) on that fateful day in 1993 and kept everyone on their toes with her antics, distinctive voice, and vast wardrobe.

Moontaart and I decided to recreate some of her most iconic looks from the hit series so both you and your sims can relive the nostalgia and absolute fashion high that was The Nanny!

For the true nineties experience, we have a catalogue for you (not a real one I'm afraid!) to browse the various looks available in this collection.

More details after the cut:

Farrah(l) wears: Cheap and Chic Dress and Accessory Top, Vivienne Heels (plain), Yetta Nails (Moontaart), and Sylvia Tights Milla(r) Wears: Cache Dress, Vivienne Heels (glitter),Yetta Nails, and Sylvia Tights

Cheap and Chic Dress & Accessory Top(45 swatches, 4464 polys) - What says style and flair more than a keyboard dress? In anyone else's wardrobe, this would be a novelty; in Fran's, it's a staple! Comes with an accessory top (index finger left).

Nadine Dress (50 swatches, 4302 polys) - How does your hair look? No one cares when you're wearing this showstopper in Fran's favourite colour: leopard (as well as forty nine others)!

Cache Dress (45 swatches, 4764 polys) - Want to stay warm for winter, but still want to show a bit of skin? Who cares if your shoulders get a touch of frostbite!

Anissa wears: Nadine Dress, Yetta Nails (Moontaart)

Fran Turtleneck - Regular (50 swatches, 3264 polys) - Fran's wardrobe has turtlenecks in every colour and pattern! We have turtlenecks in fifty. Also available as an accessory top (index finger left).

Fran Turtleneck - Cropped (50 swatches, 3308 polys) - Showing skin in the winter? This cropped turtleneck will keep you warm...kind of.

Gabriella wears: Fruit Salad Jacket, Barbara Skirt (Plain, low waistband), Yetta Nails (Moontaart)

Fruit Salad Jacket (4 Swatches, 5626 polys) - This jacket truly is a feast for the eyes! Inspired by the Moschino original, this truly is a statement piece.

Flair Tee (50 swatches, 3252 polys) - showing skin in the summer? This cropped t-shirt won't keep you warm at all.

Barbara Skirts (45 glitter swatches, 50 regular swatches, 1152 polys high waistband, 1174 lower waistband) - Fran loves a miniskirt, even if she claims to have never worn short dresses since childhood. These skirts will really show off your legs...and perhaps your liver.

Esther (L) wears: Fran turtleneck, Barbara Skirt (metallic), Sylvia Tights Yasmeen(R) wears: Fran cropped turtleneck, Barbara Skirt (plain), Sylvia Tights

Maggie Jeans (54 swatches, 1120 polys) - Elevate your casual outfit in these lacey slim-fit jeans!

Izumi wears: Flair crop top, Maggie Jeans, Vivienne Heels (plain)

Vivienne Heels - Plain and Glitter Versions (45 swatches, 786 polys) - A carry-over from last month's Juno Collection, but we think Fran would approve! These are available in smooth leather and glitter finish.

Sylvia Tights (45 swatches) - Fran's signature opaque tights. Although she prefers black, the other forty four colours are nice too!

✨Be sure to check out Moontaart's part of the collab linked above✨ *Evan has said that he might be fashionably late (we think Fran would approve) but this post is scheduled because I'm off to an important benefit with Mr. Sheffield. Not really...I'm off out for a succulent Chinese meal but it sounds good right?

#YESSSS AAAAAA #THE NANNYYY #1990 #90s #2000

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antiquatedsimmer · 2 days ago

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- NEW MESH - Correct Weights / Correct uv_1 / Vertex Paint Applied / Works with sliders / Images from in game, no rendering

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antiquatedsimmer · 3 days ago

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Engagement Ring Set

This ring collection features a stunning variety of gold engagement rings, each with a unique design.

Don't put behind paywalls

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antiquatedsimmer · 4 days ago

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Doyle Legacy 1915 Look-book & Sim download

Rosemary Doyle

Party: pearl dress | heels | hair | socks

Swim Dress: Swim Shoes | swim dress | stockings(BG) | wet hair

Hot Weather: heels | socks | hair & bandana | dress

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Doyle Legacy 1915 Look-book & Sim download

Aster Doyle

Everyday: WW1 Pants | Hair | Glasses | vest | watch(BG)

Formal: Tuxedo | Oxfords | Hair | Monocle | socks(BG)

Sleep: Bed head | dressing robe | socks(BG) | slippers(Get Famous)

Party: Shoes(Paranormal Stuff Recolor) | suit | Hair | Monocle

Swimming: Hair | Glasses | top | Shorts

Cold Weather: WW1 Pants | Hair | Chore Coat | Glasses |

DL TRAY FILES HERE | SFS

#LOOKBOOK #1915 lookbook #ts4 #decades challenge #decade challenge #ts4 historical #ts4cc #1910 #1910s lookbook #1910s #1915 #historical fashion #cas #ts4ccfinds #sims 4 download

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Doyle Legacy 1915 Look-book & Sim download

Daisy Doyle

Sleep: Outfit & color addon | Bed head hair | slippers |

Party: Hairbun | Necklace | Earrings | Heels | Blouse & Skirt

Swim Dress: Wet Hair | Swim Shoes | Swim dress | stockings(BG)

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antiquatedsimmer · 5 days ago

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The Bramblewood property was more mausoleum now than a home, a decaying monument to everything Silas had lost. Whatever frontier charm it once held or scraps of any family legacy that clung to the land, had been long gone after Silas tore it down.

Each storm dragged the place a little deeper into the earth. The greedy, waterlogged ground swallowed the foundation inch by inch, and with every gust of wind, the house groaned through its rotting bones.

The floor around him was a graveyard of empty bottles, their glass throats tilted upward in what felt like cruel laughter. This was where his money had gone, not to food, not to warmth but into the endless, fruitless search for Josephine.

He could have left. Should have.

Started over in some dusty nowhere. Changed his name. Worked with his hands. Survived.

But the idea of starting again, made something deep in him twist with rage. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He was not the one to blame.

This was her doing....no, both of them. Josephine & Lucile.

He dropped his face into his hands. His body shook, but whether it was from fury or grief or the slow crawl of madness, even he couldn’t tell anymore. Those feelings had blurred long ago into something nameless.

… maybe he couldn’t brute-force his way through this one.

The thought slipped in quiet, like poison. For the first time he cracked jut a little.

Maybe there was still time.

He still had a skill, one worth something. Europe was at war. Men were dying every hour, and someone had to build things back up. Not as a soldier. But just a helpful hand that could pull him out of this grave. He was nearly 30, he could find a job, a place to live...maybe someone who could love him...If he couldn't find them then maybe-

A crack of lightning lit the walls in stark white. A heartbeat later, thunder followed... Silas flinched, and the his daydream was cut short.

He reached lazily for the nearest bottle. Just a swallow left would do. Even a drop. Just something to keep the thoughts from growing teeth.

He tipped it. Nothing.

"…Empty," he muttered.

Just as he was about to bless the wall with another bottle something about it caught his eye.

The label.

Meanwhile, at the Doyle estate.

Rose, Aster & Daisy celebrated their 15th birthday!

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antiquatedsimmer · 5 days ago

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The air felt clear in the high altitude of Shady Acres. Zelda had never been to the once affluent neighborhood before, but driving by the dilapidated Victorian manors she realized just how much she wished she would have. The houses were somehow beautiful and loney at the same time, reminiscent of something that made her heart feel warm and ache all at once.

As Alexander parked in front of the house they had driven there to see, she opened the car door and stepped outside without taking her eyes off of the sight looming above her.

“Built in 1868, but it’s been abandoned since the crash. Judging from the inside though I’d say it had been neglected long before that.” Alexander looked sideways to where Zelda was still staring upward. “Shall we go inside? I’m afraid the front door is barred, so we’ll have to make our way to the back entrance.”

They walked carefully through the overgrown side yard, Alexander moving what he could to clear the path for Zelda. As they rounded the back of the house a dilapidated greenhouse came into view and a small smile played on Alexander’s face. “A bit of a folly in the desert at all, but even more so for a potential library. Even still, I must admit I’m quite fond of it.”

“No. It’s…" After hours of working together cataloging books, he was used to the way she often spoke without looking at you, or how she let her words trail off and die on the air as though she wanted to let someone invisible hear them before she spoke aloud. “It’s magnificent. You could host Sunday tea. Easter egg hunts. Private events to offset costs.”

“That’s - that’s brilliant.”

She turned and smiled at him, as though remembering that she had actually put forth an idea to her employer rather than merely narrated some sort of private vision. “Shall we go inside?”

He nodded in agreement, fishing a key out his pocket as he turned to guide them on the pathway toward the door.

The door creaked when it opened, as though in protest to the stream of bright desert sunshine now cutting through the dark, musty rooms. Alexander muffled a cough, apologizing for various allergies before he reached behind them and shut the door.

Without meaning to, Zelda began to walk in front of him, drawn deeper into the house by the way each individual particle of dust swirled in the air. How odd they were. How long they must have gone undisturbed only for her feet to be the one to rouse them from their slumber. Suddenly she felt guilty for every step she took.

“So as you can see it’s quite derelict.”

She turned at the sound of Alexander’s voice, redirecting her attention to him as she reminded herself that he was there. “The present owner is practically giving it away, and frankly I think with the tax credit she’d receive she’d consider donating it just to have it off her hands.”

“But their furniture - their portraits. Isn’t there anyone left who would want them?”

“The last family member I could find died just after the crash. My contact is a cousin of the women who was looking after her toward the end. She herself passed a few years ago. Not even she really knows where the rest of the family went. Back East after the war, if I had to guess. But I offered her the personal effects if our proposal is accepted, although I suspect she wants nothing to do with some other family’s money pit after what it’s cost her just to maintain these last few years. It will be quite the sum just to get it up to standard, but I think we can make an argument that it will serve as a testament to the reach of the WPA.”

Zelda found herself agreeing with him, discussing how the house itself would make the opening of the library even more noteworthy, drawing attention and patrons simply due to its location. With every word he spoke he seemed more confident in his choice to present the house as part of the grant proposal, and she smiled genuinely at his growing conviction.

But it was hard to pay attention to his words, especially when he began to speak in the facts and numbers which so often governed his thinking and tended to contort the edges of her mind. Because beyond any display of government prowess or hardline sums, there were memories here. Memories whose owners seemed to have forgotten them, and the fact that they were now abandoned amidst the swirling dust and dim desert light only made them all the more powerful to her. It was hard not to fill their humming void with memories of her own.

When she turned her attention back to Alexander, her head felt cloudy; but she told herself that could easily have been because of the dust or the fact that she hadn’t really had a full night’s sleep in weeks. “Alexander?” he stopped his diatribe of accounting and looked up at her in much the same way she did when someone interrupted her own reveries. “Do you mind if I look around on my own a bit?”

He smiled benevolently, clearly fearing that he must have bored her with his numbers, but then he nodded politely and turned back in the opposite direction as though to mentally cataloguing every scuff in the floor and tear on the wall.

Alone in the dining room, her footsteps seemed to echo off of every surface. It was strange for her, since she was used to stepping so quietly; but maybe it was because deep in the memories of her mind, she expected the room to be filled with the sound of piano keys. Wouldn't someone have learned how to play here? Or, late in the evening of a dinner party, a friend have been coaxed to play for the group, only to mesmerize them all with a skill no one could have expected?

One of her fingers trailed lightly down B sharp, but she didn't dare press down on it. She knew exactly what it would sound like - mournful and resonant in a way that would truly break the silence of the room even more than her footsteps ever could. Her gloved hand ran back down to A and G, mimicking the notes of a song by muscle memory without ever pressing down a single key.

But all along she could hear it - the music that her father had taught her. It rung out silently in her mind and through the room so it seemed to bounce off the walls almost like laughter - until seemingly, it was laughter. Light, lilting laughter rippling down the hallway from another time.

It drew her across the room, past the forgotten dining table, and toward the archway leading into the solarium like a song she already knew but hadn’t sung in years.

Amidst the glare of the late morning sunshine, the room seemed blurry. Almost like a memory or a dream, or just a trick of the light filtering through half a decade of dust coating the windows. Rippling through it all she could still hear the laughter, girlish and innocent in much the same way her own laugh still was.

And did you really get to go inside the castle?

It’s not a castle silly. It’s a Manor! And tomorrow I’ll take you with me! We’ll go on a walk and look at it together. Only I wish you could see the inside! The inside is so beautiful. Full of carpets and rugs and furniture so fine you don’t even want to sit on it. Just like home! Or, well like our home used to be. There was even a greenhouse where Grandma Adelia used to sit and embroider. Oh, Zelda, I wish you could have seen it. You would have loved it…”

A cloud passed over the sun, and a sad, heavy sigh reverberated through the dust. Zelda? What are you looking off at again? Zelda?

“…Zelda?”

The voice had come from behind her, so she spun from the swirling light in front of her to see Alexander standing there, a bit wide eyed and concerned. “Zelda are you alright?”

She turned back toward the windows, where the dust had begun to settle back toward the floorboards, and then looked toward the man behind her and smiled, replying that she was. He took three steps to stand by her side, looking at the spot she had just been gazing so intently at. “So do you like it? Do you see the vision of what it could be?”

“Yes.” She nodded confidently, her voice as clear and melodic as the one that only she had heard coming from the other side of the room. “I think it’s perfect.”

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This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

The thought coiled in his mind like a snake, tightening each time it circled. He hadn’t chosen this path. There must have been some mistake in the stars, some misstep by Providence.

Silas had done everything right.

He'd shaken the hands that needed shaking, wagered his future on the right horses, built his life with dedicated, trembling hands. And yet here he was...still here, He was Henford's fool after all these years.

Mud sucked at his boots as he staggered toward Jackson’s house, his fists tight. How could one woman cost him so much?

First it was the job. His flyers, his bounty hunters, his desperate offers of reward, all pissed away. No matter how many traps he set, Josephine had fled the state and each day after it got harder to find her tracks. The Coombe's refusal to let the matter die only tightened the noose around his neck. He didn't want to start over, he could fix this!

Even when Daniel Coombes’s passed, Silas had dared to hope Jackson might let bygones be bygones, that he might look past his sisters disappearance or at the very least understand it wasn't his fault.

But no.

Every time Silas clawed back an inch of respectability, Jackson raised the bar higher. Jackson raved about while he did not agree with his sisters choices she was still family, she was his first friend, despite her faults she meant dearly to him...and Silas was supposed to look after her.

After sufficient time had passed after their marriage, Jackson would be allowed to make contact with her. He had so many things he wanted to say, but now she was gone. One by one, Silas’s friend & coworkers peeled away and his reputation tanked. When Jackson fired him the factory doors were barred to him, and no one would meet with him.

Then when Jackson refused to see him no matter the circumstances, Silas developed a new ritual. He would pace the perimeter of Jackson’s estate like a starving wolf, muttering pleas, threats, and apologies.

Jackson had children of his own now, and Silas's skulking terrified his wife and kids. Not even Josephine's return could justify this.

The Bramblewoods, 1915

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Actually not so soft 😅 Download (Patreon)

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antiquatedsimmer · 6 days ago

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Vanessa Hair

For feminine frame

Basegame compatible

24 EA swatches

For teen to elder

Custom thumbnail

Hat compatible

Shadow map

Specular map

Normal map

Disallowed for random

Compatible with Universal Hair Overlay

Read my Terms of Use before downloading!

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Public release: 21-April-2025

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Two students hanging out in their dorm room at the University of Illinois, 1910.

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Canal Street

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📓~brielle~ hair! 📓

an edit and revamp of the pretty hair from dine out!! i hope you like it <3

BRIELLE HAIR:

♥ base game compatible!

♥ teen-elder, feminine frame

♥ hair: 24 maxis swatches + 10 bonus swatches

♥ hat compatible

♥ 12.4k poly

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♥ this uses part of the whispy hairline by @rheallsim ♥

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#perf daisy #so lovely #hair

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antiquatedsimmer · 7 days ago

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1920s Painted knees!

Did you know women in the 1920s painted flowers on their knees?

It was to draw attention to how much shorter their dresses were and was a rebellious trend. they would roll their stockings down or go without stockings all together! How Scandalous! 😲

57 swatches, both knees or just one.

work on Female and Male, Teen to Elder.

socks & tattoo category

Hope you enjoy! Don't be afraid to share pretty pictures if you use em! TOS: Please do NOT repost my CC anywhere or claim as ur own. Thank you.

Download SFS or Patreon(AlwaysFree)

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antiquatedsimmer · 9 days ago

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"Her Mistress' Voice" - Animated Gramophone

I recently got the Secret Sanctuary kit (and pre-emptive warning, this pack is required for this object) and was happy to see they included a gramophone!! The gramophone included in the kit has an open lid, and when checking in Sims 4 Studio, I noticed it had "states" in the mesh section, so one could have different meshes for the different states. Strangely, EA has not taken advantage of this feature, so the gramophone stays open all the time; C'EST INJUSTE!

I had the mesh for this gramophone, and I was determined to get it to work similar to a real gramophone - with the lid shut when not in use, and open when in use.

It's not Victorian, but I personally have my own gramophone, from 1927, which has this feature - the lid is closed, and I put stuff on it; then when I want to use it, I open it up, give it a wind, and play me some 78s! On my gramophone, it has one set of doors at the front, and this opens to a big speaker - which is just a big horn at the back to amplify.

The particular model I have used today was very popular in the Edwardian era, and would have been used in the home probably right up to the 1940s and beyond. The doors actually just open to storage for one's records, so the sound of the music probably wasn't as loud as my own.

ANYWAY, I got my mesh, and separated the lid, and combined the record compartment with the EA version, and with my two meshes I had it sorted! Then I needed to do a little coding 🫠 @mizoreyukii kindly helped me to work out how to tell the game when to use both the meshes, and now I can present the final product!

There's four different swatches:

And to make it function, you just need to turn it on!

I call it animated, because there's no other really concise description; the only animation is the opening and closing of the lid - then it functions like a radio~

YOU NEED: "Secret Sanctuary" kit And, it is Off The Grid!

FINALLY, The Name: If you know "His Master's Voice", this is clearly a play on that 😂 without going into toooo much detail, this is already a long post... There was a dog called "Nipper" who followed his owner everywhere. After the owner's death, the dog heard his voice on their gramophone and was fascinated by it, and seemingly knew it was his owner. This inspired a painting called "His Master's Voice", which was subsequently acquired by "The Gramophone Company", and they changed their name and logo accordingly.

The Secret Sanctuary kit is supposed to relate to Bella Goth (the classic Sims character); so my story is pretty similar to the original - except it's a cat named "Pippa"! Thus "Her Mistress' Voice".

Download "Her Mistress' Voice" gramophone for free, from my Curseforge HERE!

Amusez-vous!

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#this is so perfect!!!#thank you so much #1910s #1910 #victrola

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