The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
I don’t take selfies often, but when I do, it’s because the landscape is exceptionally beautiful. And there’s a cute snowpal behind me.
Granted I’m not the best at selfies. I have exactly one smile in my repertoire.
Or maybe it’s just that my cheeks are frozen solid by my time in the pool and my dive in the snow. Time to go warm up inside.
In winter the sun never goes really high up in the sky. It stays there, looming an inch over the horizon, bright but foggy, magical.
No one else is foolish enough to step foot outside by these temperatures, so it feels like I have the whole neighborhood to myself, with those big, silent monuments that are the houses around. Complete silence except for the cracks of the snow, white as far as the eyes can see. I’m all alone!
A truly beautiful day for snow angels, indeed.
Not sure I’ll ever get bored of doing this. And it’s surprisingly freeing to let yourself fall down, on purpose. Then just waving your arms and legs around like a beached penguin.
Morning has risen, and so have my siblings. While Cyril stays inside all day, wrapped in blankets near the chimney, Cléo ventures outside to admire the snow. And Mom, who apparently never gets tired, joins her to help her build a snowpal.
I’d be lying if I said I’m not sort of annoyed that their snowpal turns out miles better than Dad and mine, or Gram and mine.
In the meantime I’m inside, neither building snowman or, no matter how tempting, throwing marshmallows at my brother. I am scrolling through dozens of emails I missed during my day spent outside yesterday. Work emails. A whole chain, clearly sent to me by mistake, as they are not kind to me, or my personality. It’s the winter break for museum employees, but I can guarantee things are gonna get heated before the break is up.
I end up shutting down the computer, and slamming the office door behind me. Wholly fed up with office politics, I’m looking for a way to cool down… And I find it really easily. I’m going to cool waaaaaay down.
It’s a winter wonderland outside. The decorative trees in our backyard are glowing faintly in the late morning light, and somehow, even though it’s very cold, the sun is shining bright on the coat of snow.
And the pool… The pool is shimmering, the bluest blue I’ve ever seen it. Inviting. I dip a foot in it, to check… Not so much checking the temperature as my ability to withstand it… And then I fully immerse myself.
It takes me a few lengths to decide I swam enough and I want to wrap myself in warm clothes, but these lengths were more than enough to clear my head. I feel cleansed and relaxed, and I breathe better, in more ways than one.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 