The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
Look, I know I was breathing fire earlier, but the bubble blower has somewhat emboldened me. When Mom gets up to go take a Curry Challenge plate and “show these tourists how you do it,” I jump up to my feet and proclaim high and loud that I, too, can conquer the challenge.
So as mom and daughter, we walk to the red tables of the challenge, and each of us picks up a plate of flaming hot, literally flaming hot, rice and yellow curry sauce.
Wish my mouth luck.
One of the lesser known parts of the Spice Festival is the traveling bubble blower. It’s always there, every festival, without fail, in a nook in the plaza of the Spice Market.
Mom says it can get dangerous, and judging by the unnatural skin color of a reckless tourist, I’m inclined to believe her.
I’m also inclined to believe that it looks like a heck of a lot of fun.
In under a minute, and after I’ve gotten the hang of it, I’m breathing up colorful bubbles, and my brain and body feel lighter. It’s like I’m somewhere else, transported up above and on the other side of the world.
How have I never tried this before?
After the show of sparkles, watch me breathe fire!
Really, it’s less showmanship, and more the abundance of spice I ate over the last few hours.
A bright green light dancing between the deep reds and the bright oranges, at the tip of my fingers, surrounding me. I feel like the Spice fairy.
I’m having fun. I’m starting to think my happy place would be Selvadorada with green sparklers.
Being here in this atmosphere is a window into my parents’ past. What their lives must have been like, before I was born, when they lived in this neighborhood that they loved. This was their universe when they first moved in together, and it meant everything to them.
And then they had me, and they left, without a single look back. Mom, Dad, you’re the best. Better yet, you guys are magical.
As usual, Cléo and Cyril have found what they deem the most important part of the festival: wherever the plants are, even dormant.
As usual, Cléo and Cyril have found what they deem the most important part of the festival: wherever the plants are, even dormant.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 