#40s hair

[thesimline]

Another massive round up of CC hair, this time for the 1940s! CC links after the cut.

You can find more of my female decades hair collections here:

1920s  ✺  1930s  ✺  1950s  ✺  1960s  ✺  1970s  ✺  1980s  ✺  1990s

1 - Gwen by G

2 - Jessica by Birksches

3 - Wartime Beauties by Javi Trulove

4 - Wartime Beauties by Javi Trulove

5 - Marjorie by Twentieth Century Sims

6 - Nancy by Pepperoni Puffin

7 - Lucille by Birksches

8 - Cinderella by Tekrisims

9 - Curls with Hair Slide by Birksches

10 - Franceska by Birksches

11 - Gladys by Twentieth Century Sims

12 - Imogen by Buzzard’s Bits and Bobs

13 - 212 by Colores Urbanos

14 - Plop on Top Curls by Leeleesims1

15 - Medium Curly Version 2 by Kiara Zurk

16 - BettyJo by Tekrisims

17 - Dreamy by Tekrisims

18 - Sculpted Updo by Historical Sims Life

19 - Forties Film Noir Collection Hair 14 by Gilded Ghosts

20 - High Heels Hair 7 by Birksches

21 - Retro Hair Longer by Birksches

22 - Forties Film Noir Collection Hair 05 by Gilded Ghosts

23 - Forties Film Noir Collection Hair 01 by Gilded Ghosts

24 - 1870 Rose Hair by Linzlu (retired - direct download)

With thanks to some amazing creators: @javitrulovesims @twentiethcenturysims @pepperoni-puffin @tekri @buzzardly28 @coloresurbanos @leeleesims1 @historicalsimslife

[thegikitiki]

Ansco Color Film, 1948

[of-fear-and-love]

Outfits from Undertow (1949)

[backstepping]

he came. he slayed in this little see-through black number. and then he walked out of his own premiere with the rest of the cast in support of the strike... cunty af

[ophliee]

Quick sketch GANG IS ALL HERE!!!

[lazylittledragon]

open discussion: do you think gale lets himself go fully grey or does he see one silver hair too many and immediately start looking for the fountain of youth

[eatingyarn]

i saw sten in the veilguard artbook and got highly inspired.

[hay-bails]

kaladin, shallan, moash (rereading words of radiance)

[fiendy]

inspired by this panel ::::D

[sunkissedlouis]

louis racing against oli for the 40-yard dash at the super bowl lix experience

[poppingmary]

Gorgeous Rita Hayworth

[cherryrodeoqueen]

At a rodeo, University of Arizona, 1947

[thegikitiki]

Loomed to be Heirloomed...

Flannel by Bates Fabrics, 1949

[akimao]

40yo zosan + long hair and tattoo 💕

[sen-ya]

Sennnnnnn I don’t know if you’ve already addressed this before, but can we get a height check between the idiot captains??

Also also- I think it’s super funny that you literally made so much content you had to go and get a different website just to document it all out, that’s insane! Keep up the amazing content! Indulge your silliness!!

Two idiots over time!!

Also also, tysm that warmed my silly heart 😭❤️

[junicult]

contains ; tooth-rotting fluff. farmer referred to as “wife,” otherwise gender ambiguous. maybe a bit self-indulgent. old married couple activities. calling harvey “sexy” cus i have eyes. offhanded mentions of a daughter.

note ; it’s still fall (where i live) but in my mind december 14 is winter 14. sooo technically it’s harvey’s birthday & i thought this was pretty on the nose for my handsome man <3

this is always harvey’s favorite time of night.

it’s past eleven o’clock, you’re both tired which is why you’re sitting quietly with the television playing your current favorite series on low volume. you’ve put your daughter down to bed a couple hours ago, now it’s the time to peacefully bask in each others company.

you both have a wordless routine by now; one sits on the floor while the other pampers them for thirty minutes until you swap positions. whenever that timer goes up, it’s off to bed.

your time ended a few minutes ago, so now your husband sits happily on the cushiony pillow you left, while you sit on the couch behind him and rub his shoulders.

the requests always differ, it depends on the night. usually it’s a massage, sometimes you want him to play with your hair. he always loves a shoulder rub.

so you sit there, semi-lazily squeezing and kneading his neck and shoulders while the tv plays in front of you.

your fingers mindlessly comb through his hair every so often—you can’t help it, it’s always so soft.

“how much is left in this episode?” you murmur, scraping up the underside of his scalp, scratching the crown of his head and gently pulling the short strands until they disappear between your fingers, just to repeat it again. you know how much he likes that.

he reaches for the remote, tapping a button to get the popup. “about fifteen minutes.” he answers lowly, voice tired and scruffy.

you don’t answer, instead watching how your hands move through his hair instead of focusing on the show. you’ve seen this episode already, the new one doesn’t come out for a couple days.

you’ve always loved the smell of his shampoo and conditioner. kind-of piney, it’s the same soap he’s used since you first met. sometimes he smells like citrus, and that’s when you know he used your hair products.

he hasn’t cut his hair in a while, either. he used to go to the city for that until you once told him you weren’t too bad at cutting hair yourself. before you officially started dating years ago, you offered to cut his hair—at that point, it was the most intimate thing you’ve done together—and since then you’ve continued to cut it. however, with the baby and all, you’ve both lost the time to get those minor tasks done. you’ve actually grown a liking to it. not only has the hair on his head gotten longer, he’s packing a slightly thicker-than-normal scruff along his jaw that you’ve complimented one too many times for him to get around to shaving.

you’re just about to look back at the tv until one thing catches your eye, and suddenly you’re leaning in to get a closer look.

you use your fingers to part the thick tufts of hair, eventually using both hands to create a ring and separate the strands.

“hey,” you smile, “you’ve got a grey hair.”

“i do?” harvey’s hand immediately lifts to touch his head, and you lightly knock it away.

“yeah, right at the top of your head.”

he attempts to look up but your grip keeps him momentarily still while you run your thumb over the single strand. you’re staring so close you can practically see all the tones of the hair; light grey at the base, fading into a darker grey, and the tip remains his natural light brown.

flattening your palm over the spot to ruffle the hair back up again, you tease with a giggle, “you’re getting old.”

“where is it?” he asks, his voice a bit duller as his hand pats around the top of his head.

“don’t get rid of it!”

he turns to look up at you, small furrow of his eyebrows. “why not?”

“‘cus it’s sexy,” you shrug, as if it’s obvious, starting over your prior movements of soothing your fingers through his scalp. he turns back to the tv for you to repeat your ministrations.

“my single grey hair is sexy?” he asks, tone mild in disbelief.

“emphasis on yours.” you nod, searching for the strand once again with your eyes. “it just means you’re gonna have gorgeous salt and pepper hair. i can’t wait.”

he sits with a frown, fighting hard not to reach up and mess with his hair. he’s spent years of his life thinking about this inevitable moment, to think his wife was the one to find it first.

“then it’s gonna spread to your facial hair,” you continue, quietly sighing, “and you’re gonna be the most handsomest silver fox i’ve ever seen.”

your choice of words almost sound taunting, but your mind is only playing the images of your fantasy while you carry a big smile. he knows that for a certain.

truthfully, if he were to find a single grey hair while he was standing in his apartment all alone, he might’ve felt defeat. the constant reminder of the ticking time he has left looming over his head, and a grey hair is no diversion from that. there’s that clock counting down while he spent days upon days wondering when that melancholy feeling would go away, if it ever would.

however, it’s different now. because he’s not standing alone in his apartment, looking ahead at an unclear view of his life with sullen eyes.

you notice his silence immediately, pressing your hands to his shoulders and using them as leverage to lean over his side, your hair dangling like a curtain.

“are you alright?” you say softly, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

he holds your gaze, smile wrinkling his eyes, “yeah. it’s just a reminder i’m getting older.”

you press a kiss to his cheek. “we’re getting older. i’m not going anywhere.”