#ts4 decades challenge

[aheathen-conceivably]

The soft ticking of a clock kept time in the corner of the room. For Antoine it seemed almost like a metronome, a steady beat to offset the rhythm of the fifth song he’d played for Zelda tonight. Or was it the sixth? The passage of time here just didn’t feel the same as it did on the road. It was softer, welcome even, the way the wrinkles on his hands made him smile now, or the laugh lines growing around Zelda’s eyes only made them sparkle more. It was safe. Like the loving embrace of home that only grows better with time. 

He didn't need to look at the lyrics or the notes to play the songs anymore. Weeks of practice had ensured that. So his compositions sat in a pile next to Zelda's feet as she read and reread everything he had put to paper, spilled out before her like the contents of his soul laid bare. “Did you really write all of these in so little time?”

His coy smile told her yes, and his pride emanated through the room like afternoon sunbeams. It was hard not to smile back at him when she spoke. “It’s amazing. Truly.” Her thumb rustled back and forth over the paper, as though trying to pull what she wanted to ask from the words written there. “So you’re happy when you’re out there?”

A brief, pregnant pause filled the air, as though it were the last question he had expected her to ask, especially not when he had already said so much with every lyric at her feet. “I’m happy to be home.”

She set the paper in her hand down gently atop the jumble of other songs. She traced her finger along the messy script running from left to right, most of it filled with nothing but love and longing for her and their home. It should have made her happy, but it was hard to read them without remembering that those were the very things he had agreed to leave again so soon.

A less rational fear would have told her that he had written them as some sort of apology, a balm for the rhythm that was to become their lives now; but she knew better than to think he would ever be so dishonest. No, the rustling presence at her fingertips and the fear clouding her mind was more nefarious than that.

The soft sound of wood hitting the rug reverberated through the room as he set the guitar down between his legs and extended his hand. “Come here.”

She moved toward him, nestling herself where the guitar had been moments before. His arms wrapped around her as he spoke, "This isn't about the next tour, is it? You know what I said, Zelda. You say the word and I won't go. I mean it."

Yet the crinkle of paper at her feet continued to tell her that he meant it less than before.

She leaned her weight onto the hand running along her hair as she shook her head no, it wasn't about the next tour. He looked down straight into her eyes, which were filled with worry. “You don’t have to worry about me, my love. All I do is worry about you and Violette when I'm there. I don't want you here doing the same."

Her feet ever so gently pushed the pile of papers further away, taking with them the question he had never really answered. Are you happy when you’re out there? She tried to nudge away the thoughts they had spurred too.

But they clung to her like wisps of fabric trapped in the breeze, wanting so desperately to be let free but unable to do so. She had promised herself that wouldn't hold him back, and if nothing else, she was wise enough to understand that her own anxieties were unwanted thoughts from the depths of her mind sent to lead her astray. She wouldn't let them lead him away from his destiny too. “Its my job to worry. I always will. But this...”

She stopped, gesturing toward the song lyrics before she rolled her head onto him and transformed her mouth into a smile. Only as soon as her eyes met his, it spread across her face, and finally, the ragged edges of her worry flew away on the wind, “this makes me feel like it’s worth it. All of that time away. All of the moments of longing, that at least all of this came out of it. That you're happy."

He kept his hand on her chin and gently angled her face closer toward his own, as though to ensure her eyes stayed trained on his when she answered his question. "You promise me, Zelda? You promise that you're okay?"

Her answer came breathlessly, and with no memory that he was the one who had never answered her question in the first place. “I’m sure, I promise.”

Even if the papers rustling below my feet make me worried you are happy. Too happy. More happy than you are here. Or at least more inspired. More alive. And sooner or later they mean you'll stop coming home, because this is what you were made for, and I'm nothing but a line in a song about a woman you used to love.

[antiquatedsimmer]

Historical Newspaper Recolor

A Historical recolor of Soloriya's newspaper prop! This prop has been very handy for many pose creators so I wanted to add swatches for DecadesSimmers.

If there are any issues at all feel free to let me know, The prop has been provided since I could not find a link to the CC without being forced to go through linkverse or very sketchy websites :( The creator can contact me anytime for a safe link and I will update. I did not create this CC only recolored it :)

SFS || Patreon (always Free)

[elderberries-and-honey]

After years of hard work and dedication, the day that made it all worth it had finally arrived. Today, Lawrence’s professor, Doctor Erasmus, would be teaching the class how to emblem and prepare the deceased for viewing. Lawrence had been anticipating this day for a long time, as it would make him feel more like a real mortician than just a student. 

Excitement buzzed through the air while the professor gave his brief explanation and called up the first volunteer. The student’s eagerness almost made them forget that there was a cadaver just a mere few feet away, but was to be expected for science majors such as themselves. 

As Doctor Erasmus and Lawrence’s classmate began, all of the students held their breath in anticipation and the room fell silent enough to hear a pin drop. However, as Lawrence watched the scalpel drag across pale skin, he felt the colour draining from his face. 

His stomach began churning, and soon, he became nauseous. It wasn’t the smell, he had prepared for that with 'the menthol under the nose trick', or even the sight of someone’s gooey insides, but the sounds! Oh, the god awful sounds! 

Before long, Lawrence began to fear that he might vomit right there on the floor and excused himself into the hallway for some fresh air.

[idletrait]

United as One

[kieraplaysthesims]

Pick My Heir (1907)

With Alojzija married, and Vita getting close to marriageand Aleks getting close to college, it is time to pick an heir, despite the youngest being an infant still. Below are the facts about all seven children.

I hope you all will help me out and decide an heir for me, pick who you want to see the most.

Alojzija (Janosovski) Russell, age 17, married to August Russell, and mother to Cecil Russell. Lives in Henford-on-Bagley. Musical Genius Aspiration. Booksmart, Music Lover, Muser, Physically Gifted, High Self Esteem, Mentally Gifted, Top Notch Infant, and Creatively Gifted,. Maxed out Piano and Violin.

Vita Janosovski, age 15. Friend of the World aspiration. Well-Balanced, Soft, Gregarious, Top Notch Toddler, Top Notch Infant, Physically Gifted, Mentally Gifted, Creatively Gifted.

Aleks Janosovski, age 15. Leader of the Pack aspiration. Child of Nature, Nurturing, Gregarious, Top Notch Toddler, Top Notch Infant, Physically Gifted, Mentally Gifted, Creatively Gifted, High Self Esteem.

Borijov Janosovski, age 8. Whiz Kid aspiration. Practice Makes Perfect, Top Notch Toddler, Top Notch Infant, Neutral Confidence.

Antonija Janosovski, age 4. Angelic, Top Notch Infant, Loves Water, Loves Sounds, Heavy Sleeper.

Katarina Janosovski, age 2.5. Independent, Top Notch Infant, Loves Being Carried, Little Singer, Destructive.

Frančiška Janosovski, age 1.5. Sunny, Frequently Sneezes, Gassy, Loves Being Held.

[pejite]

Hi! Today, I’m sharing a list of mods that I consider essential for playing historical gameplay in The Sims.

I often have friends who want to dive into the Decades Challenge but aren’t sure which mods to use or where to start. So, in this post, I’m going to share the mods I personally use and think are indispensable for creating that authentic historical experience.

Deaderpool's MC Command Center: This mod allows you to manage and modify many aspects of your game, including handling pregnancies, university careers, and enabling teen relationships so your Sims can marry earlier, among other features. You can also enable autosave and adjust the length of a Sim day.

Lumpinou's RPO: This mod enhances relationship dynamics and expands pregnancy features. It's extensive, with many modules, and once you've tried it, you won't want to play without it.

Pandasama's Realistic Childbirth: Offers multiple realistic childbirth options, including natural bed births and spontaneous labour, adding depth to your Sims' family lives.

MizoreYukii's Arranged Marriages: Allows you to arrange marriages for convenience. Parents can agree on marriages for their children, but breaking the arrangement won’t be easy.

Necrodog's Carriages and Horses: Adds functional carriages, enhancing immersion. While it doesn't work with the horses of Horse Ranch pack, it’s still incredibly useful.

Kuttoe's Enlist in War: It will allow your Sims to enlist in the war. Whether they live or die will be random, but if they survive, they'll receive the Veteran trait, a lifetime pension and some lasting traumas.

JaneSimsten's Regency Romance: Perfect for simulating the Regency era. It adds class differences, property ownership, etiquette skills, new traits and careers, events, and widowhood. Though inspired by the Regency era, it works well for later decades too.

SimKatu's Reading Animation Override: Changes the reading animations, with different ones for men and women, making your Sims’ reading time more immersive.

Zero's Deadly Dickensian Sicknesses: Introduces the risk of diseases like Tuberculosis, Typhoid Fever, and Cholera. It’s incredibly realistic with its contagion system.

Adeepindigo's Healthcare Redux: A comprehensive health mod that adds various illnesses and treatments, including tuberculosis and (early access) cancer. While Sims can buy modern medicines, many illnesses can be cured with natural remedies.

Adeepindigo's Simulated Endings: This mod will enhance everything related to your Sims' deaths, allowing them to take out life insurance and designate beneficiaries, arrange funeral preparations, and introduce stages of grief for your Sims.

MizoreYukii's Functional Broom: Adds a functional broom with its own animation, letting you keep your Sims’ homes clean without resorting to modern vacuums.

Triplis's Quit or Join School: In case you need your teens or childs to quit school.

The Kalino's Farm Animal Set: Expands your farm with more animals, including goats, sheep, ducks and more, in addition to the standard cows and chickens.

JaneSimsten's Write With Quills: Replaces your Sims' pens with quills, adding a touch of historical accuracy.

JaneSimsten's Sidesaddle Override: Allows female Sims to ride horses sidesaddle, as they would have in the past.

JaneSimsten's Parchment Computer: Replaces modern computers with parchment and quills, complete with their own animations—perfect for pre-typewriter eras.

Frankk's Language Barriers: More realism to sims being from different worlds.

Rs4ella's 1920s Grade School Homework Override: Changes the look of the kids' homework book to a 1920s style, but it works well for earlier periods too.

Xbrilliantsims's Toddler Bathtime Overrides: Replaces modern bath toys and sponges with more era-appropriate items when bathing toddlers.

Lunamoth's Historical Infant Carriers: Swaps out modern baby carriers for fabric slings, suitable for any historical era.

Lunamoth's Rope Pet Leash: Replaces the modern pet leash with a simple rope, making it look more appropriate for historical gameplay.

300yearschallenge's Historical Baby Bath Override: Changes the baby bath seat to a more suitable design, or you can opt for

Sassymissollie's Invisible Infant Bath Seat to remove it entirely.

JaneSimsten's 5 Day Work Week: Choose Your Own Work Hours: Lets you adjust your Sims' work schedules for a more realistic experience.

JaneSimsten's Marksmanship Skill: Adds a marksmanship skill, allowing your Sims to practise shooting and hunting, with the hunted animals available for cooking.

Littlbowbub's Ye Olde Cookbook: Enables your Sims to cook historical dishes, perfect for low-income Sims in older settings.

Basemental's Basemental Drugs: Although mainly known for adding drugs, it’s commonly used for its smoking features, letting your Sims smoke cigarettes and cigars like a proper Victorian gentleman.

MizoreYukii's Children/Toddlers Can Die of Anything: Allows your child Sims to die, useful if your storyline requires it.

Ayoshi's Phone to Notebook Replacement Mod: If phone elimination mods are causing issues, this mod might help. It replaces the mobile phone with a small notebook, which could pass for a mini Bible or an old-fashioned notebook.

JaneSimsten's Extra Cross-Stitch Patterns: Adds historically accurate cross-stitch patterns.

[thesimline]

1400s WOMEN - PART 1

Following on from the simple modesty of the 1300s, female hair in the 1400s became a lot more elaborate thanks to the addition of hair pieces, ribbon and other decorations. Braided styles evolved into very detailed and decorative concoctions. Styles also became more flowy and romantic, often with curls framing the face. CC links under the cut.

You can find more of my historical content here:

1300s ✺ 1400s ✺ 1500s ✺ 1600s ✺ 1700s

1 - Larsa by Daylife Sims

2 - Beatrice by Simstrouble

3 - Shiro by Sim Lotus

4 - Camellia by Clumsy Alien

5 - Daenerys by Puderosims

6 - Hoppie by Simstrouble

7 - Emma by Buzzard's Bits and Bobs

8 - Ye Medieval Dragon Queen by Nilyn (TSR)

9 - Leonarda by Melancholy Maiden

10 - Cecilia by Buzzard's Bits and Bobs

11 - Braid Snood by Melancholy Maiden

12 - Ye Medieval Braided Updo by Daisy Sims (TSR)

13 - Masquerade by Tekri

14 - Pai Chan Braids by FYSims

15 - Hekate by Naunakht

16 - Zelda by Simandy

17 - Ye Medieval Margot by Shimydim (TSR)

18 - Sophia by G

19 - Serea Hair V1 by Redhead Sims

20 - Mari by Wasteland Whisperer

21 - Daenerys by Birksches

22 - Lucia by Melancholy Maiden

23 - TSM Hair for TS4 by S3 Sage

24 - Aspen by Oydis

25 - Braid Dream by Redhead Sims

26 - Double Braid by Wasteland Whisperer

27 - Pearls Set by Daylife Sims

28 - Mhysa by Quirky Introvert

29 - Ye Medieval Nezetta by Leah Lillith (TSR)

30 - Rapunzel by Tekri

With thanks to some amazing creators: @daylifesims @simstrouble @simlotus @clumsyalienn @puderosasims @buzzardly28 @tekri @simandy @redheadsims-cc @wastelandwhisperer @oydis @qicc

[pixelnrd]

Mackenzie ('Mac') (they/them), heir to the 2010s.

[ice-creamforbreakfast]

::Download:: (Patreon - Free from 29/11/2023)

A collection of warmer clothes for your sims so that they can stay chic while staying indoors 💜

Details:

Ada Sweater Combo - A knitted sweater combined with a cinch belt and full tartan/plaid skirt. Rita Skirt Suit - A wool cropped coat and pencil dress combo with contrast collar and buttons that's perfect for looking smart, but staying warm.

Mavis Dress - A button-down dress in various shades and patterns

Mavis Dress V2 - Same old Mavis, brand new picnic blanket pattern (as someone calls it...they know who)!

Dee Sweater - Knitted roll-neck sweater that's perfect for those colder days

Catherine Pants - Who says you can't wear cropped pants in the winter? probably a few people, but do it anyway.

Scooter Sweater - Knitted rugby-style sweatshirt/sweater. Perfect for staying warm, but staying stylish.

Bertram Sweater - Asymmetric, knitted sweater with Arran buttons.

Barb Hair V.4 - Another one? Yes. But There are five Barb hairs! One isn't called Barb though. Yes it's confusing. Shooby made me do it.

[antiquatedplumbobs]

Antiquated Brindleton

An 1890s Decades Challenge Save File

This save has been almost a year in the making, but it's finally here! It includes a completely rebuilt Brindleton Bay inspired by historic New England towns and set in the 1890s. This save uses a light amount of historical cc and most of the packs.

Download and details under the cut:

SAVE DETAILS:

Includes:

Eight new residential lots

Seven new community lots

Six new households

Builds and households are all located in Brindleton Bay. The world is intended to be historically accurate to about 1890, though some liberties for functionality have been taken.

Builds in other worlds have been deleted. The necessary buildings, like dorms, active career lots, and the high school, have all been left in place.

Townies have been evicted, but not deleted, as I prefer EA townies to fully randomized townies.

If you’d like more period appropriate townies to add, the lovely @jewishsimming has some great historical ones to download and @cowplant-snacks has an amazing tutorial on how to manage your townies with MCCC.

REQUIREMENTS: I have all the packs except Batuu and some of the kits. I didn’t limit myself when building. I don’t have everything listed out here, but I will be uploading all the lots and households to my gallery, so if you’d like to know specific pack usage you’ll be able to check there. If you load in and things are replaced or missing and you think it looks obvious feel free to message me, I’m always happy to try to help you find something else that fits! This save includes historical CC, some is included in my download in folders and some you will need to download from the creators directly. The CC required is listed and linked below, you need to download these linked pieces in ADDITION to the included cc folders.

CC To Download:

@lilis-palace

FOLKLORE Set

@s-imagination

Cottage Kitchen Stuff Pack

@happylifesims

1840s Suspenders Outfit

1900s Male Hunting Fashion

1920s Nightgown

Piteous Outfit

Sylas Fashion Set

Wilbur Outfit

@satterlly

Medieval Nightgown Della

@vroshii

Functional Tennis Set

@vampireloreskill

Antique Standing Camera

Creators Whose CC I Included:

@ameyasims (Better Than a Bush Outhouse, Victorian Swimwear)

@buzzardly28 (Multiple women’s hairs)

@chereindolente (Sacco Chore Coat, Edwardian Child Clothes)

@gilded-ghosts (Boudoir Belle, Victorian Visions, New Woman)

@jewishsimming (Off The Grid Objects, CAS items)

@linzlu (Assorted CAS and BB items)

@the-melancholy-maiden (Victorian Hair and Hat)

@nolan-sims (Potbelly Stove Set)

@pandorasimbox (Get To Church Pack, Azariah’s Sack Suit, Antique Slipper Tub, Heirloom Silhouette Portraits)

@peacemaker-ic (Simple Siding Wall Set, Luxurious Single Bedding V2)

@plumbobteasociety (Some BB and CAS items from the Cottage Garden Pack, HSL Happy Birthday Set)

@twentiethcenturysims (Langtree Hair, Historical High Chair, Quilts for Kids)

@waxesnostalgic (Sportswear Separates, Peterpan Bodysuit)

Thank you to all of these wonderful creators, your historical cc creations make this game a million times better to play and I appreciate all of you so very much. Recommended but not required mods:

Timeless by @pandorasimbox

Default Map Replacements by Deshayan (if you’d like your map to look like mine does in the preview)

Victorian NPC Replacements and Llama Scouts Historical Replacements by @cowplant-snacks

Home Regions by Kuttoe

DOWNLOAD: There are five zipped folders to download, four of which contain included cc, and one which includes the save itself.

Download the "AB_SaveFile" folder, unzip it and simply move the file inside to your saves folder inside your Sims 4 folder (where your mods folder is located).

The included cc is in four folders (to allow for easier upload/download) for build, buy, clothing, and hair. Simply download the folders, unzip them, and place them in your mods folder.

After this you should be good to load up your game and get playing, let me know if you run into any issues, I'm happy to try to troubleshoot. SFS | Google Drive THANK YOU: To all my amazing testers: @epistolarysims @aheathen-conceivably @cowplant-snacks and especially @simadelics who edited my household and build descriptions.

If you use this save file, please tag me in any photos you take, I want to see them all!! This save has been my baby for so very long and I cannot wait to see what you all do with it!

@maxismatchccworldrld @mmoutfittersters

[aheathen-conceivably]

Antoine was used to being awake this late out on the road; but here, in the comfort of their creaky bed, he had thought he would be able to sleep with ease. Zelda certainly was. Not even his incessant tossing and turning had roused her from her slumber. She seemed to have slept so little while he was gone that now she was drifting on another plane entirely. But even long after she was snoring softly, he could still hear her voice in his mind. Are you happy when you’re out there?

He knew why she had asked. She had seen his unadulterated joy when he returned home, but not even an hour had passed before he told her they were going back on the road in a few weeks time. He had said it quickly, hesitant to go even a moment too long without telling her the truth. But he knew then that she had seen it too: the happiness that now lived alongside his hesitation that he couldn’t fully explain.

Are you happy when you’re out there? She had asked with so much love and selfless concern that he didn’t know how to answer, even if he had one to give. Because it was more than just the joy she had seen when he got home, or even the newfound satisfaction he felt in his success. It was beyond the frustration and longing that Jo had sensed on the road, or even the release he felt every time he performed. 

He slowly raised himself up and off the bed, so as not to wake the sleeping woman beside him. She turned as the mattress slanted in his direction, but her eyes never opened. Are you happy when you’re out there? He wanted to answer. Truly he did. But he simply didn’t know how. Not to her or anyone other than the guitar that seemed to call to him from across the house.

There it was, carefully leaning against the couch where he had left it before he had taken Zelda upstairs. It pained him to see it this way, out in the open yet hiding in the darkness. For weeks he had ensured that it was carefully stowed in its battered case, safe against the raging wind of the road and the weariness of their constant movements. It was hard to remember that he didn’t have to worry about it now. The thick walls of the farmhouse shielded it from the cold desert night, its rest on the worn rug uninterrupted unless he himself chose to reach for it. Then its only journey would be from its resting place to his lap, or maybe, to the porch beyond. Nothing but slow, familiar movements and faces. No bars, no rest stops. No nights of darkness locked alone in its case. Just the warm embrace of home. He reached for it and laid it across his lap. Are you happy out there?

As he moved his hand across the strings, it repeated the question back to him. Are you happy out there? Only it already knew the answer, because it saw and felt not only everything he did, but so much locked inside its hollow body that he could never explain to Zelda. No matter how much he tried, she would always see everything from her wide, innocent eyes. The eyes he loved, but would always wander through a world so different than his. But yet, the guitar knew. Without effort or loneliness, it knew.

It was like it wanted to be seen, the same way he always had behind that piano screen on a crowded night. It needed him to give its silence meaning, and he had. Night after night he had played not only for himself, but for them.

How could he explain to Zelda what he felt nearly every time he touched the strings? It was hazy at first, but now it came to him in vibrant colors and vivid emotions. Sometimes it was a man surrounded by familiar orange hills; and although two generations separated him from the man who had given him the guitar, they shared their round eyes and hooked nose, and even their calloused hands. Only his eyes were so much more weary than the ones he had given his grandson, because the mesa around him was a shaky sanctuary and not quite yet a home.

When he held the guitar it was always out in the open, guarded by a horse and the boundless wilderness. He played with no illusion that his talent would ever be anything more, just an outlet for his existence without the heavy weight of dreams. But because of that, his music was free from all expectation. It was filled with longing and release, a pure jewel in the sun when so much else seemed pitted against him. It was a world unto himself, a cosmos he poured his soul into so that it sang out from the deepest recesses of the wood on quiet nights.

Other times the man was younger, a link between the man who played out in the open desert and the one Antoine knew as his friend. He too shared their eyes and their nose, but something was different inside of him. A fire birthed from watching his own father play, one that burned inside of him so brightly it blinded him to everything else, even his own son.

He would have walked directly into the flames for the music that came from the guitar, and often it seemed as though he did. He swore every day that it would be the day, and it would all be worth it. He would pass that love onto his son just the way his own father did for him, and he would make it big for all of them. He would be heard. He would be seen. He believed it so truly that every time he played he poured his soul into the guitar like drops of blood, irrevocably staining the wood with passion and desperation that refused to go unrewarded.

Sometimes, when Antoine allowed his mind to take him into the shadowiest corners of his heart, the man even looked like him. Or at least what he imagined his own father must have looked like holding a guitar. His mother had told him his musical skills had come from somewhere, hadn’t she? From the streets of Brooklyn at the turn of the century, from a man whose only existence came from the stories she told and the sadness she carried.

A man who’s smile and who’s charm radiated through the music, so much so that he and it were one and the same, much like two people in the early throes of infatuation. The notes he chose were full of enchantment and physicality, all the better to make a crowd dance or someone fall in love. A faceless man who had given him nothing but the color of his skin and a talent he had to imagine he inherited from him. A man he would have called his father, but whose existence now only called out to him from the faintest combination of guitar strings on a lit stage, surrounded by a cheering crowd and faceless strangers.

In sudden, brief flashes as he played: men who looked like him, like Abe. Men who were an amalgamation of all their fathers and grandfathers. Men who didn’t even allow themselves to dream of anything more, or men who had tried and had failed, pushed down again and again and again. Fathers who had never gotten to see their children play, or children who’s memories of them were scarred with violence or abandonment. 

Scores of faceless men who’s stories he didn’t know. Men who had played on back porches or behind screens, rarely if ever exalted for their talent. Only now he had a chance. Are you happy when you’re out there?

It didn’t even seem to matter when he had the guitar in his hands. Not when he was doing this not only for his own family, but for them. For the men who had never been seen or heard. For himself and every time he had hidden behind a piano screen shielded from the glaring blue eyes of white men. 

Are you happy when you’re out there? 

She had asked him simply as a woman speaking to the man sitting in front of her. Her husband. But he couldn’t answer simply as that man anymore, because he didn’t know how he felt. He couldn’t separate it from the notes that came from the guitar or the lyrics crowding his mind. He couldn’t answer for himself without answering for Violette and Jo too. For his mother and his father, wherever he was or whoever he may have been. For all the men who had poured their souls into the wood so that it vibrated under his fingertips like it was alive.

Are you happy? He couldn’t answer her because he didn’t know; but he knew that when he shook Hosa’s hand at that last stop he had felt something even more powerful than the soft embrace of happiness: pride.

[silverseaming]

haymaking — a posepack by silverseaming

another part of the 'if you want something doing, do it yourself' historical pose series! this time we're heading out into the fields with some farming poses, which i made for my recent post. this is my second ever posepack so these may not be perfect, but hopefully they help fill a little bit of the hole in farming poses out there.

basegame compatible

four poses, made for male sims

made with a custom rig so there may be clipping

for the poses on the cart, you will need the cart from the amazing @lilis-palace's folklore homestead set

for the pitchfork poses, you will need the pitchfork accessory included at the download link. this was converted by me from @lilis-palace's folklore off-grid living set (i believe the mesh is not required but the pack is beautiful so go download it anyway!), and is in the glasses category

you will need: teleport any sim and andrew's pose player

tou —

please don't steal, reupload or claim as your own

please do not put any of my content behind a paywall

please feel free to tag me if you use my poses! i'd love to see what y'all do with them

download (free on simsfileshare)

individual pose pictures under the cut ↓

for the poses using the cart, place the sim teleporter like this in the middle of the cart:

[elderberries-and-honey]

Winifred’s transition into motherhood was easier than she had expected. The twins were content spending time in her arms, and kept each other entertained with their unintelligible babbling back and forth when she needed to put her attention elsewhere. 

Since Lawrence was busy with his schooling, Winifred’s bond with the twins grew deep and both of them seemed to gravitate more towards their mother. Sometimes, it almost seemed as though they preferred Sister Eunice and Eloise over their father whenever they came for a visit.

[heartblobs]

1890s Lookbook — Evaline Mendoza 📜

Starting off this revival with a lookbook for Evaline! I tried to convey that although Evaline has grown up wealthy, she left all of that behind when she married Walter. When she ran away to elope, she of course took a few of her belongings with her. The jewelry she didn't pawn off would be worn only with her formal attired, and the dress itself is a remnant from her past. The rest of her clothing would be semi-new; dresses that are new to her but not newly made. They're gifts from Walter's family, dresses his mother and sisters would have worn.

Although she doesn't have all of that money anymore, Evaline still likes to dress herself nicely. She keeps her long, black hair up in a bun according to the trends of the time, and the sleeves are still big and the hems long. I think she will be much more hesitant to change with the times once the 1910s come along, as she cherishes the 1890s and all they offer her.

If you'd like to know where any piece of cc came from, send me an ask!

[plumbob-pudding]

During the 1890s and the early twentieth century, infants, no matter their sex, were dressed in long white gowns that could be bleached cleaned. This fashion remained the same until WW1 as rationing meant that hemlines shortened. Bonnets remained common accessories though the hair bow gained popularity for baby girls in the 1910s.

By the 1920s, baby fashion in line with adult clothing, was sailor inspired and hemlines crept higher up. This trend continued to the 1930s as the great depression meant fabric was scarce and expensive. In fact, for poorer families, infant clothing was handmade with whatever was available, including flour sacks and old curtains.

The 1940s meant WW2 and any sort of elaborateness was very frowned upon. Fabrics were cheap cottons and almost always recycled and knit clothing rose in popularity.

Prosperity and affluence defined the 1950s and this was reflected in baby clothing. Baby boys were dressed similar to older men in little suits with shorts instead of long pants and little girls in full, babydoll dresses. This era also established the stereotypical blue for boys;pink for girls that remains till today.