#vintage armoire

[indiatrendzs]

Haute Bohemian Rustic Interiors and Design

Antique Indian Furniture designs are full of an earthy vibrancy, a tumultuous love story of pattern and texture with the sandy whitewashed cabinets, Jaipur blue consoles, deep green rustic door cabinets. Each room starts with a stillness of subdued, soft base that allows the vibrancy of design elements to emerge.The structured decor is neutral and the accessories or furnitures are bold and…

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Los Angeles Eclectic Dining Room Image of a medium-sized eclectic great room with travertine flooring, beige walls, a regular fireplace, and a stone fireplace

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[vintagehomecollection]

On the table to the left of the four-poster bed is a sketch by Renoir of his son Claude. On the table to the right is a David Hockney pen-and-ink drawing.

Private Palm Beach - Tropical Style, 1992

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Armor of Ferdinand I, Holy Roman Emperor, (Detail of Breastplate), 1549

[steven-myself]

Arnold Schwarzenegger Scrapbook - FACTORY Fanzine

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[markwickens]

Dining Houston With a single-bowl sink, flat-panel cabinets, white cabinets, wood countertops, a white backsplash, stainless steel appliances, and an island, this large, modern u-shaped ceramic tile kitchen is ideal for entertaining.

[indiatrendzs]

Vintage Modern Farmhouse with a Boho Vibe

Bringing together vintage farmhouse doors, barn doors, carved doors, and rustic doors from India can infuse your space with character and warmth, anchoring it in a rich tapestry of history and culture. These elements are fantastic for creating a cozy, inviting atmosphere that tells a story. Facebook @mogulinteriorr Follow us on Instagram @mogulinterior  Integrate elements like jute rugs, woven…

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Creating expansive outdoor living spaces beyond the pool in your country farmhouse acreage is being in a dynamic conversation with nature's beauty and artistic elements. Older pool decks were smaller and enclosed and kept you away from absorbing nature's energies.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Oh, what a shame. This historic 1894 Victorian grey stone in Chicago, IL was the residence of Charles Washington, Chicago's first Black mayor. It's in the Bronzeville section and needs a lot of work. Someone bought the elegant 7bd, 5ba, 5,100 home and now realizes how much it will take to restore, so the owner put it on the market for $685k. We HOPE that someone doesn't buy it and do a cheap, modern, white & gray reno. You have to see how beautiful the architecture is.

In the entrance, the beautiful hall stand, wainscoting and railings with the bronze-topped newel post are all intact. There's also original tile and an old brass heat register. I also love the mural.

Gorgeous wall in the sitting room. The shelving is magnificent and look at the fireplace and mirror. Also looks like there were some lovely antique pieces that came with the house.

In this room there are pocket doors and that beautiful wood mirror.

The dining room is incredible, from the massive fireplace, to the wainscoting, and spectacular China cabinet. I wouldn't touch the wallpaper, either. Love it.

I don't know if the floors can be saved. There's water damage in this room.

The owner is in the middle of working in the kitchen. It looks like he intended to keep the outdated remodel.

The wall was tiled, but I don't know if it was original. The doors are definitely original and the staff stairs are still there.

I really wouldn't want to save those cabinets, but it would cost so much to replace them.

This looks like a bedroom. There must've been a bad roof leak and the fireplace has been blocked off. The mirror looks okay, though.

Well, there's definitely an original tub in here. Look at how long it is. I'm thinking that the mirror is also original. Maybe the sink is, too.

A round room with a beautiful built-in hutch.

There's also a built-in armoire.

The home has so many built-ins.

Looks like that door opens to a bathroom.

It looks like they started peeling linoleum off the floor and found wood underneath.

Somebody got creative in this bath. But, it has another original tub and also a vintage sink. That toilet is looking pretty old, too.

Someone paneled this bedroom.

This room has a lot of damage.

Looks like the basement ceiling is charred.

These must be functional.

Looks like a basement room.

And, in here they have laundry and a utility sink. I hope that someone buys and restores it. There's so much that's left of the original architecture.

10,000 sq ft lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/3936-S-King-Dr-Chicago-IL-60653/2070846420_zpid/

[vintagehomecollection]

The dazzling blue and greens of a collection of antique majolica gave designer Greg Jordan the cue for the other intense colors in a sunroom: an armoire lacquered deep green and seating covered in two tones of blue - ultramarine and delft.

House Beautiful Color, 1993

[simverses]

WFS Bavaria Bedroom

The Bavaria Bedroom has a total of 39 items/variations, all matching the other Bavaria sets, in a rustic, old fashioned style.

Converted from Sims 2, original by Wood for Sims - edited and adapted for Sims 4.

Set A includes:

An Armoire (Wardrobe)

A Dresser 

Two mirrored Bed End Tables, to place on each side of the bed

A Stool

A Vanity Table - this item needs Vintage Glamour Stuff Pack

Set B: Beds

The WFS Bavaria Bedroom Beds - these are made as EA makes them, with both frame and bedding.

In this set:

Bavaria Double Bed

Bavaria Double Bed High with Matching Canopy Drapes

Bavaria Single Bed

Bavaria Single Bed High with Matchng Canopy Drapes

Bavaria Wider Single Bed

Bavaria Wider Single Bed with Matching Canopy Drapes

Bavaria Toddler Bed

Bavaria Toddler Bed with Matching Canopy Drapes

Bavaria Bunk Bed (Upper part) with Matching Canopy Drapes

Note: The wider single bed is a concept I usually create for beds, as the single bed looks so narrow.  A wider version fits better in a room for one sim, I think. It works a normal single bed, but needs a little more space.

Note 2: The Bavaria Bunk Bed works as EA bunk beds and can be combined with the other beds, or dresser, or a living chair or loveseat.

Note 3: The different sizes are merged together when they share textures. So there is only one package for the both versions of the double bed, and so on. If you want to edit or remerge, unmerge the packages first.

The Bavaria Bed Frames separated so you can combine them with any separate bedding.

Converted from Sims 2, edited and adapted for Sims 4. Original by Wood for Sims.

10 different bed frames In this set:

Separated Bed Frame for Double Bed, with or without Canopy Drapes

Separated Bed Frame for Single Bed, with or without Canopy Drapes

Separated Bed Frame for Wider Single Bed, with or without Canopy Drapes

Separated Bed Frame for Toddler Bed, with or without Canopy Drapes

Separated Bed Frame for Upper Bunk Bed, with or without Canopy Drapes

20+ wooden colors, 37+ drape swatches.

All the Bavaria Bed sizes - the beddings separated. 40 swatches.

Converted from Sims 2, edited and adapted for Sims 4. Original by Wood for Sims.

In this set:

Bedding for Double Bed

Bedding for Single Bed

Bedding for Wider Single Bed

Bedding for Toddler Bed

Bedding for Upper Bunk Bed

Download WFS Bavaria Part 8: Bedroom Set A - Dressers and misc (Curseforge)

Download WFS Bavaria Part 8: Bedroom Set B - Beds (Curseforge)

Download WFS Bavaria Part 8: Bedroom Set C - Separated Bed Frames (Curseforge)

Download WFS Bavaria Part 8: Bedroom Set D - Separated Beddings (Curseforge)

[picturesofthegoneworlds]

For one word prompts, I'm finally seeing some green in my garden again, so: Sage?

Oh, of course you know how to appeal to me. I hope this brings the vibes <3 ~

There was a variety of sage (still is, most likely) - sanctified – a herb that they would dry hanged from the rafters and tie into bundles like broomstick bristles, its own fibrous stem knotted in noose around the neck and ankles of the bale, burnt at the stakes and raised pitchforks to sweep away the wicked.

The smoke was what woke her, herbaceous floral distress signal, thrown through the open (paneless) window, accompanied by salt and circle.

They hoped to lure her out the front ‘door’ - she concluded with groggy post-dream clarity - strategized to trap her between saline force field and stone and mortar.

She stumbled over herself, gathered her few possessions. In time shorter the flames carpeted the threshing covering the floor, climbed into her bed to alight the straw stuffing the mattress, exorcised from there to cross exposed rafters to the mossy thatching comprising the roof-

She left through the vacant fireplace.

From a distance fled she observed the thick grapevine coiling of smoke as it billowed out above the forest canopy from a chimney that had crumbled decades ago.

Fire-licked masonry, tattered and scorched fabrics. Perhaps their malice left the cabin more befitting, well-suited, paralleled - outfitted in ash grey skin and soot ichor stains. The hunting party retreated but she could not return. She wondered who would take up residence in the hollow shell - as such a body must be an invite, must be a vessel (at least that was a lesson she was soon to learn) - but who would cohabitate with the spiders, birds, and other small mammals?

The thick smoke filtered through the pines

All of her grievances aside (packed away once again with her bedroll and cauldron), it smelt rather wonderful-

~

There was another sage (surely must be, still) - common - cultivated in window boxes and allotments, the leaves torn to marinade meats, to infuse healing balms, unbiased towards the dead or the living, transmuting itself for both in order to permeate soft tissue.

Laudna would grab handfuls of the silver-furred leaves; amass them in pocket-lint-lined-bundles of potpourri. Crushed the sage between her fingers, rubbed it on her pulse points, tied it with red twine dried in parcels of cheesecloth that she decorated around her person. Loose in her coin pouch, trinkets, her spell component satchel too, sewn into Pât��’s stuffing, flattened behind her belts and tucked into the front of her bodice and trampled in the soles of her shoes-

Never sure if it was necessity or in her head, not like when she wore flushing and sweating flesh, saturated, awkward teenager dealing with the stubborn stench of puberty or drenched in the fragrance of a farm-girl-butcher’s-daughter composting straw manure and coagulated pigs’ blood –

-not the perfume of The Ladies, certainly, refined with their age, aged mahogany liquor barrel vintage sophisticated palate, finery of silks satin lace velvet layers stored in lacquered marquetry hardwood armoires and mausoleum-sized wardrobes, aired in gilded vase and bouquet’ed marble surroundings, chandeliers ornately framed paintings in alabaster hallways-

She would feel rather self-conscious of it; of her differences - but continued her play with the worms in the forest regardless.

Then, for a short time, she slept with them.

Or rather, she woke to fall onto a heap moving with them, dancing drunken room-spin carpet shag pile of maggots and flies and mosquitoes and pillows of other larvae unidentified, turning familiar faces into fertiliser.

She was not sure if it was the memory, or the actual (un)working order of things

Permanently rotting 

Hard to smell past the end of a decomposing nose

Perhaps it wasn’t so hard to tell for others?

Every time she passed the plant she filled her pockets and hands - ironically unaware of how time had stilled, that she was embalming herself - hoping it would fight the trauma-ever-present smell, that she could throw off the(ir) scent.

~

There is a sage that blooms violet throughout the summer - wild - like early humid evenings with head thrown back in laughter and perspiration jeweling tanned neck, clouds underlit and voluminous as purple-sunset tousled hair.

Imogen points it out with inquisition; at the gatherings of spears of blossoms lanced into soil growing not far from the bank of a river in the sun-bleached and crunching-under-foot tall grasses of an open field.

Seeds from dried out flower heads are carried along the docile breeze, ashes falling in hazing-heat ground fog, smithing dandelion diamond rings to decorate the fingers of the willows that lazily wave, bid farewell to the jewellery that doesn’t fit, allowing it to marry elsewhere between clumps over the grass and charms accumulated at the banks of the gently moving river.

“D’ya know what this is? Smells good.”

She kneels down with her palm held open to the purple blooming sage, presentory, skin offering the tan lines above her knees exposed from the displacement of the tops of her tall leather boots, a dandelion seed catching in the mass of her mane like a feather, her hand not designated to indicating specimen shading above one of her eyes squinted shut and the corner of her mouth raised baring teeth as she looks to Laudna with the midday sun over her shoulder.  

It’s a bit overwhelming, the life and the bliss it elicits.

Laudna walks the few paces over to her, gives a quick inspection with the cast of her shadow.

Smiles in familiarity, nods to the plant in greeting

“Would you like to try it?”

Imogen starts the fire, uses the abundance of dried grasses as kindling. It smells just like the burning cottage had, does so every time. Laudna prunes the wild sage, gathering toothed leaves and small violet petals into her wicker basket, rolls the fragranced stems between the pads of her fingers and inhales, implores the herbal scent to momentarily mask the memory of deterioration as it once had. Imogen sets up the frame for hanging the cauldron, drives the iron spikes into the dry ground, fills it from the river, has to submerge her hand into the gathered water, fingers tweezers removing errant dandelion parachutes that she wipes onto her gauzy dress skirt, skin glistening with the cascading droplets that intuitively follow the scarring of her lightning marks and drip onto the floor, where a lizard with skin like stones flees under the weave of the trodden grass once her footfall returns, retreats for safer ground. Laudna questions whether it will turn to watch the fire or let instinct tell it to keep running-

“You’re quiet…”

Imogen states, offers a softened and upturned corner of her mouth.

Another feather of an airborne seed lands in her hair. A warning arrow shot through the window and puncturing her pillow, innards flying-

“I seem to be having a reflective day, sorry.”

 “Anythin’ you wanna share?”

Imogen wears her empathetic apology in her brow, strained, and Laudna isn’t sure of how legible abstract memories are to her, if the furrow is from an attempt at unknotting the tangles, mostly it feels a weight too unquantifiable to know what to share with intention.

“Not now. I think this is good, something new.”

Present is good, a gift, shared (willingly, in part).

“I don’t dislike it…”

Imogen declares, staring into her cup as she swirls its contents under inquisitive-eyed assessment.

“It sounds like you are warming up for a caveat there.”

She pauses, holds the pottery between her hands on her lap.

“I’m not, s’just new. Tea back home was mostly black and made with lemons and alotta honey or sugar; was cold if the occasion were special-” she tucks her hair behind her ear as her eyes read the pattern of the blanket they had laid over the floor. Laudna wonders if there were birthday parties on picnic blankets out in the paddocks, waited by her father, Imogen and her childhood friends drinking sweet tea and running around in daisy crowns “-I guess we had other teas, but they were more for if y’all were sick?”

She doesn’t like to think of that.

The birds and the crickets carry on their background accompaniment, Imogen's hand returning to the other cradling the cup. Laudna feels as though she can see the slow turn of the skin on her exposed thighs from bronzed tan to sun-kissed red, convinced she is observing the freckles multiplying.

“This one is supposed to be good for anxiety.”

Imogen scoffs, it causes a nearby bird in the brush to scatter

“Yeah? Well I’ll report back on that - maybe we should take more with us just in case.”

Laudna laughs agreeably, enthusiastic. She knows how to make plenty of room for sage.

To follow the tea she also makes them a salad with the plant’s greens; a field-foraged thing prepared with borage and dandelion leaves, fleshed out with wild strawberries, a little olive oil and a little cider vinegar, served in a wooden bowl. 

finishes the assemblage with an intentionally random flecking of the wild sage's violet petals, as though the bowl is a miniature diorama of the meadow in which they sit, olive oil babbling brook and cast iron fork fallen-tree bridge ready to present on a plinth, garden plans proposed by the landscaper in the study to a snooty gent stroking his chin and um-ing and ah-ing -

the hidden door that was disguised behind ornate wooden panelling, adjoining the ransacked and emptied floor to ceiling shelves of the study via dark stone corridors to the equipped and practical, cell-like laboratory- 

She thinks that was the layout, at least - worries who she will rouse if she thinks too hard on it. There is comfort in the answer being left immaterial.

“All’a those times I was sittin’ in fields of flowers, I never really thought I could be eatin’ them.”

It is so nice to have someone she adores break up her ruminations.

“You had a lot of quality produce, there wasn’t really the need.”

"I guess not. Honestly, I think I prefer the salad to the tea." 

Imogen licks her teeth, reveals a violet petal plastered over incisor that she shortly removes with a blade-of dry-grass toothpick, re-places the petal on the flat of her tongue, rolling it around her mouth and swallowing it. 

Laudna stares.

"You like the flowers?" she finds herself leaning towards Imogen. Wants to tell her that for years this one was her perfume - pomanders adorned and concealed in tattered layers.

“They’re purple, ‘course I do.” she giggles, resting sat cross-legged with her weight behind her on her palms. Her head rolls towards Laudna, leaves their foreheads almost resting against one another, Laudna able to count each individual eyelash.

Purple, like the deep undertones of her hair. That much Laudna was very aware of.

“I should have guessed that that would be what caught your attention.” She brings her hand up and wraps her bony index finger in a ringlet of Imogen's hair.

“More like your magic, I was thinkin’…” She drawls, tenor lowered and breathy. 

“And the taste?”

Imogen visibly swallows, cheeks flushing a further tint than what the sun has already given - it makes Laudna feel overly aware of the networking of her own heart and veins.

Imogen clears her throat

"’s’good - kinda familiar."

Laudna feels overwhelmed by the compelling need to kiss her - so she does. Her hand with finger still tied in ringlets of hair sprawling over Imogen's chest as she responds with a squeaked moan that reverberates underneath it. Her lungs halt in their expansion as her mouth is sealed with her own, the increasing pulse at the base of her neck decipherable carved runes under the tip of her fingers, her heart thudding against her palm.

Familiar. Laudna can muse on that in the future, certainly.

She sits back from Imogen - already breathless and chest heaving, lips kiss-swollen - and appreciates the sight she helped curate; the picture of her looking a little dazed on their tartan blanket with the surrounding flora densely reaching above her shoulders, crowned in multi-coloured paint strokes.

“Familiar? And here I thought that was your first time eating a flower.”

Causes her to blush furiously

“Don’t you use ma’words against me.” She pushes Laudna playfully at her shoulder, pretends to look away in dissatisfaction, bottom lip pouting.

“I apologise, that is your advantage to keep. My words are but humble ammunition for your armoury.” Laudna exaggeratedly plays acting pious at Imogen’s half-turned back, Imogen turning back to her with one eyebrow raised and a laugh she is clearly trying to keep within her stomach murmuring at the corners of her lips.

"That so? Well alright, how would y’all describe it?" 

She puffs out air towards her head, hairs previously put behind her ear falling back out of (or into, depending on which of them you ask) place, sits forward again, arms folded. Adorable. Laudna is aware of how susceptible Imogen is to her teasing, always so charming and charismatic, and so often a bumbling mess - and it is intoxicating - to exercise any sort of outcome on such a gifted sorceresses’ disposition, is doing her best to learn what the differences and distinctions are between that and her own longer ongoing situation…

Focus.

Despite the more imposing associations, she can still remember

Can still remember her father butchering the pig, her mother in the kitchen slicing its fatty flesh into patchwork diamonds, stuffing the incised indents with sage and garlic and other seasonings, the slab of flesh tied with butcher’s twine around a whole peeled onion and roasted, skin crackling, the three of them sat around the oak table, talking about the small things, Laudna's mother showing off the basket Laudna had weaved that day, presented like a cornucopia on the kitchen table top, holding that weeks offering of vegetables.

She would describe it as herbaceous, sweet, and floral. Peppery, perhaps like a minty aniseed. Earthy. Mulchy. Rich as the soil it grew from. Could also admit to it being 'like the first home I'd made burning down, like the incense I'd crush between my palms and rub behind my ears so as to not offend any people who would be so kind as to get close enough to notice the death’

what she does say is

"nostalgic." 

not a lie - though she hopes in futures she won’t be drowned marinating in it, the complex layering of all of the ingredients and flavours, hopes one can remain dominant, bountiful and nourishing.

Imogen there, seen over the end of a nose that did not rot and fall off. She’s sure that it can change.

[mariateresaeliapivetta]

The Timeless Charm of Brocante: Why We Love This Vintage-Inspired Style

When it comes to interior design, few styles capture the romance and nostalgia of the past quite like Brocante. Rooted in French culture, the term “brocante” refers to flea markets or second-hand goods, yet its essence transcends simple thrift shopping. Brocante is an artful mix of vintage elegance, rustic charm, and a touch of whimsy that creates a warm, lived-in atmosphere. But why does this style resonate so deeply with design enthusiasts? Let’s dive into the world of Brocante and uncover its enduring appeal.

What Defines Brocante Style?

At its core, Brocante style is about breathing new life into old treasures. It thrives on the beauty of imperfection, celebrating items that show the passage of time. Think antique furniture with distressed finishes, mismatched dinnerware with delicate patterns, weathered textiles, and handmade details.

Brocante isn’t about creating a flawless, museum-like environment. Instead, it embraces a curated, eclectic look where each piece has a story to tell. Key elements of Brocante interiors include:

Vintage Furniture: French armoires, wooden dining tables with chipped paint, or upholstered chairs with faded fabrics.

Soft Color Palettes: Muted tones like white, beige, pastels, and soft greys dominate the color scheme, creating a serene and cohesive atmosphere.

Decorative Accessories: Chandeliers, ornate mirrors, vintage clocks, and delicate porcelain or ceramic items.

Natural Materials: Linen, cotton, aged wood, and wrought iron bring texture and authenticity.

Why Do People Love Brocante Style?

1. Nostalgia and Sentimentality

Brocante offers a connection to the past, reminding us of simpler times. The style evokes a sense of history and craftsmanship, often lost in mass-produced modern design. Each item feels like a treasure, full of character and charm.

2. Sustainability and Upcycling

In a world increasingly aware of environmental impact, Brocante’s emphasis on repurposing and reusing is not only appealing but also ethical. By giving old items a second life, this style promotes sustainable living while creating unique and personal interiors.

3. A Warm and Inviting Atmosphere

Brocante interiors are inherently cozy. The use of aged materials, soft lighting, and layered textures makes spaces feel welcoming and lived-in. Unlike minimalist styles, Brocante thrives on personality and comfort.

4. A Celebration of Individuality

No two Brocante spaces are alike. This style encourages creativity and self-expression, allowing homeowners to mix and match pieces that reflect their personal taste. Whether it’s a flea market find or a cherished family heirloom, every item has its place.

5. A Romantic Aesthetic

With its delicate details, ornate decorations, and emphasis on softness, Brocante is undeniably romantic. It appeals to those who dream of rustic French cottages, rose-filled gardens, and the charm of provincial life.

How to Incorporate Brocante Into Your Home

You don’t need to overhaul your entire home to embrace Brocante style. Here are some simple ways to start:

Shop Vintage and Flea Markets: Look for unique pieces like wooden crates, vintage picture frames, or enamel kitchenware.

Mix Old with New: Combine antique furniture with modern accents to create a balanced and harmonious space.

Embrace Imperfections: Don’t shy away from scratches, faded fabrics, or chipped paint – they add authenticity.

Focus on Textures: Layer linens, rugs, and cushions for a cozy, tactile feel.

Add Personal Touches: Display collections, photographs, or handmade crafts to make the space your own.

In Conclusion

Brocante style is more than just an aesthetic – it’s a lifestyle. It’s about cherishing the past, embracing imperfection, and finding beauty in the everyday. Whether you’re an avid flea market hunter or someone looking to add a touch of vintage charm to your home, Brocante offers endless possibilities. Its timeless appeal lies in its authenticity, warmth, and the stories it tells, making it a favorite for those who value heart and soul in their interiors.

Are you ready to bring a touch of Brocante into your life? Happy treasure hunting!

[sims4t2bb]

weekly update

Hello and happy Sunday Monday everyone! This update is arriving onto your home feed a bit later than usual, since Fee and I have both been busy with real life behind-the-scenes. We appreciate your patience! 🙏🏻

As it is, this update is on the longer side, so grab a nice cup of tea and enjoy. From us, as always, happy Simming — onwards and upwards! ✨

— Database

We truly appreciate all of the hard work this community has been putting into converting things lately! A collective cheers to you all 🥂

— Base Game

Build Mode

Quaking Aspen Tree conversion by @tvickiesims has been added.

Buy Mode

Balanjar Teak Two-Seater Bench, Intimate Ottoman, Must Be Loveseat, Parking It Patio Bench, and Retrositter Bench conversions by @simsinlowspace have been added.

BlandCo Contemporary Toddler Bed, Classic Toddler Bed, The Littlest Big Bed, Modern Life Dollhouse, Racer Dreams, Realistic Princess Doll Castle, Short and Stout Bed by Kindermade, and Victorian Dollhouse conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

— Expansion Packs

Eco Lifestyle

The Freeze Pop Sleep Spot and Cardboard Castle Dollhouse conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

High School Years

Sea of Snakes and One Stop Thrift Counter conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Carnival Reclamation, Vintage Double Poster Bed, Vintage Floral Single Bed, Vintage Noble Night Stand, Vintage Classic Desk, Vintage Decorative Shelf, Lovely Layered Curtains, The Sconce Response, Deco The Halls Pendant Light, and Vintage Grand Armoire conversions by Michelle have been added.

Growing Together

Centerpiece of Attention, Good Things Take Time Planter, Planter's Amalgam of Betrayal, The "Vibe Check" Rocker and The Whipper Snapper Mach 10 Edition Rocker conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

Horse Ranch

Barn Pendant Lamp - Medium, Barn Pendant Lamp - Short, Barrelwood Bath Cabinet, Barrelwood Shorty Shelf, Boot Scootin' Reflections Mirror, Bunkhouse Spindle Back Barstool, Bunkhouse Spindle Back Dining Chair, Bunkhouse Spindle Back Loveseat, Charming Country Coffee Table, Chestnut Saloon Back Bar and more conversions by @lordcrumps have been added.

Bunkhouse Spindle Back Rocking Chair and The Rocking Star conversions by @platinumaspiration and @lordcrumps have been added.

Country Classic Barn Dollhouse conversion by @platinumaspiration has been added.

— Game Packs

Journey to Batuu

Trilon Wishing Tree conversion by @tvickiesims has been added.

Vampires

Bare Pine Tree conversion by @tvickiesims has been added.

My Wedding Stories

Albizzia Tree conversion by @tvickiesims has been added.

Werewolves

Balsam Fir conversion by @tvickiesims has been added.

Starry Night Toddler Bed conversion by @platinumaspiration has been added.

— Stuff Packs

Nifty Knitting

Armless Rocking Chair by Sit 'n' Stitch, Extra Comfy Armless Rocking Chair by Sit 'n' Stitch, Sit 'n' Stitch Rocking Chair, and Sit 'n' Stitch Rocking Chair with Comfy Cushion conversions by @platinumaspiration have been added.

— Kits

Little Campers

Up Up Into the Stars Dollhouse conversion by @platinumaspiration has been added.