The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
As usual, when the twins are at school and mom is at work, it’s just Dad and I. And seeing today’s weather, we decide to hop on a quick trip to Willow Creek… and we’re greeted with more than we asked for. We’ve barely passed the town’s frontier that it turns out we drove into a blizzard.
Far from discouraged, we head to the Willow Creek park. We’ve wanted to see snow for too long to be deterred by a little wind!
And it’s so worth it.
I wake up one morning and the windows are covered in frost.
I’ve never seen snow before, but I have a good feeling about today.
Mom brought an odd machine back from the lab where she works. She says, if she upgrades it enough, she might help us feel less cold outside.
I think Mom’s becoming a bit of a mad scientist. Dad maybe has a little too much trust in her talents. He tries to do his daily yoga outside — and nearly freezes to death.
Don’t wear shorts outside in the winter, Dad.
At least, this chimney is fast to come in handy.
It’s started. The glacial morning air and the time for big sweaters and scarves. And hats, don’t forget the hats.
Mom is installing a brand new chimney in our living room. She whistles as she works, saying that way we’ll keep warm without getting electricity bills that make you want to freeze to death. Dad says she’s mostly hoping for Santa to visit, and he won’t if we don’t have that chimney.
The house is transformed inside and out, and the pale winter sun highlights it with its dull glow.
When I come back to Newcrest, we have left autumn for good, and stepped into winter. Time to dig out new types of seasonal decorations, burn the last leaves, and get in the holiday spirits. And by that, I mean, hug your loved ones.
From an expert’s point of view? It’s an absolute beauty of a gem.
If it’s my last night here in a while, I’m not spending it with the others.
Instead, I take a nap by the tree, under the glowing fairy lights, with an unexpected companion that reminds me of Loladorada. And then I work on refining one of the beautiful belomisian gems I found.
With the sweet smell of fruit and rain in the air and the familiar sound of the cricket and the frogs, I remember, once again, why Selvadoradian nights are my absolute favorites.
It’s already our last day in Selvadorada, and we’re finally headed to the market. It’s beautiful under the overcast light. I get excited about being able to spend time with my vendor friends.
Eat my favorite foods, get my favorite items from the stalls, ignore Louis trying to butt into the conversation, talk to Eugenia…
Truly an amazing day.
Bradford’s doing okay. I was right not to care.
You know how I said I was happy a minute ago? Apparently, enough to actually socialize with the others. A little. But they’re not in the mood to talk. They just sit around complaining about how tiring the trip was.
I’m not letting them bring down my mood. I want to dance the rumbasim, I’ll go dance the rumbasim.
Even when Bradford steps in front of me, possibly to talk… and then just collapses, fast asleep.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 