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The 2020s has microtrends, but the 70s also had their moment when it came to fun, obscure trends! Your sims can relive this era in these 70s Medieval-Revival-style dresses with both a long and short version to choose from!

Polys - 5656 (long) 5318 (short) Swatches - 60

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Claire, it's french! | a Brand New Maxis Match Hair

Something quick and fun for you today! I'm currently working on teaching myself how to mesh brand new maxis match clay styled hairs from scratch. This is my first honest go at it, and it turned out OK I think! There's some issues with morphing around the brow with certain face shapes, but I think it's good enough to play with. Shoutout to @lilchamomil for sharing tips and tricks on their processes! I've always wanted to make a brand new MM hair completely from scratch, and I feel like this could really be something cool!

That's all! Tag me if you use it! Have fun!

TERMS OF USE

SIMBLR | INSTAGRAM | TWITTER | BLUESKY

EARLY DL FOR THE SIMBLR HOMIES

( free, cause we don't paywall our learning process 👈 )

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Editorial Girl 📸

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Wedding day

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I could hardly make a medieval revival CC collection and not also do an accompanying lookbook, it's too much of a fun period for fashion. I love the fact that the sartorial whimsy wasn't just reserved for women's clothing either. CC links under the cut.

LANCE

Hair (TSR) | Headband (TSR) | Necklace (TSR) | Top (TSR) | Undershirt | Pants (Lovestruck) | Shoes

MARIANNE

Hair | Necklace | Dress | Shoes (TSR)

JOSIE

Hair | Crown (TSR) | Necklace (TSR) | Dress | Tights (Base Game) | Shoes (TSR)

CAROL

Hair | Earrings | Necklace | Top | Belt | Pants | Shoes

ARTHUR

Hair | Headband (TSR) | Beard (Base Game) | Cape | Top | Ring | Pants (Romantic Garden) | Boots (TSR)

POLLY

Hair | Dress | Ring One (TSR) | Ring Two (TSR) | Tights (Base Game) | Shoes

With thanks to some amazing creators: @goamazons @shandir @wistfulpoltergeist @flowermilksims @marsmerizing-sims @dissiasims @surely-sims @joshseoh @its-adrienpastel @arethabee @dancemachinetrait @duplica-imite @waxesnostalgic @regina-raven

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download

not an official release post, but here if you go if you want it

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Those of you who enjoy historical CC would have been disappointed to notice that Acanthus Sims recently deactivated their Patreon and by extension, any working link to their package files. It would be a real shame to lose a catalogue of such gorgeous and detailed Rococo era CC, so I've been working alongside my fellow historical simmers to archive Acanthus' catalogue. You can access the master folder containing all collections on Sim File Share here or Google Drive here, or you can pick and choose by collection under the cut.

I've gone through all my posts that use their items and redirected the links to the new archive, but please let me know if I've missed any. If you know of any creators that have recolours of any of Acanthus' work feel free to direct them either to this post or to the archive.

Please note the preview images are taken directly from Acanthus' blog and are in this post as a visual aid to help you navigate the different collections. If they would prefer I not use them they can contact me to remove them.

June Set Part I

Sim File Share

Google Drive

Original Post

Please note that this collection is missing the Chemise II file. If you have this file I would be eternally grateful if you could contribute it to the archive.

June Set Part II

Sim File Share

Google Drive

Original Post

Robe á l'Anglaise & Polonaise Set

Sim File Share

Google Drive

Original Post

Robe de Cour Collection

Sim File Share

Google Drive

Original Post

Rococo Court Collection Part I

Sim File Share

Google Drive

Original Post

Please note that this collection is missing the Stomacher Bows file. If you have this file I would be eternally grateful if you could contribute it to the archive.

Rococo Court Collection Part II

Sim File Share

Google Drive

Original Post

Simple Set

Sim File Share

Google Drive

Original Post

XVIII Century Children & Toddler Set

Sim File Share

Google Drive

Original Post

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Decades Challenge Lookbook - Maternity

Hey - what's up? I am super duper pregnant myself, so here is a lookbook of maternity fashion through the decades that I was inspired to create while I wait for this baby to arrive.

Maternity fashion over the last 100+ years oscilated between 'don't let them see you're pregnant, gross' to 'show off that bump, populate or perish!'.

The last look is inspired by how I currently look 🫠

I will reblog with all the relevant links over the next few days, so stay tuned!

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Word on the streets is that you guys like whimsical little cuties...

🍄🍄🍄 MAPLE 🍄🍄🍄

Hair | Skin | Face Shading | Brows (Curseforge) | Eyes | Ears | Lashes | Blush & Freckles (High School Years) | Lipstick | Hand Dirt (Werewolves)

Hat | Scarf | Dress | Bag (TSR) | Cuffs | Tights (Cottage Living) | Boots (Jungle Adventure)

*flower staff added in post

🌼🌼🌼 PIP 🌼🌼🌼

Hair | Skin | Face Shading | Brows (Curseforge) | Eyes | Ears (TSR) | Lashes | Blush (TSR) | Lipstick (TSR)

Hat | Wings | Outfit | Gloves | Leggings | Shoes (TSR)

🦌🦌🦌 TAWNY 🦌🦌🦌

Hair | Skin | Face Shading | Antlers | Eyes | Ears | Lashes | Face Paint | Blush (High School Years) | Lipstick | Hooves

Bow & Arrows (TSR) | Outfit (TSR)

With thanks to some amazing creators: @thatonegreenleaf @simsonico @simmister @bellassims @nolan-sims @dissiasims @dangerouslyfreejellyfish @aladdin-the-simmer @mushy-sims @blahberry-pancake @serenity-cc @twisted-cat

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Nothing new, just all my tiny hats and hair accessories as head decorations instead of hats.

More than shown above. I made a lot of tiny hats.

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nyam nyam #30cas

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TS4 Vintage Oxfords

Here are a pair of Oxfords with a Louis heel that I've had in my WIP folder for quite a while. I couldn't figure out how to properly smooth the UV mesh, so it remained untouched. But I've finally figured it out! They are based on Edwardian walking shoes, but styles like this were worn from the 1890s to the 1920s. I've included both monochrome and two-tone colors. I wanted to include a swatch card like last time, but getting good pictures of all the swatches in the same pose was too difficult, so it'll have to make do with the preview cover 😅❤

BGC

47 Swatches (13 monochrome, 34 two-tone)

Fully tagged

All LODs

All Maps

Teen to elder

Feminine frame

Heel, lace-up, and boot section

♥ Download at my Patreon ♥

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Bewitching Fifties🌞✨ a 19 piece CAS Set for the Modern Witch

I've got something really fun for you today! This set is inspired by and dedicated to my dear friend @doctorsimcraft. I wanted to make something for her Witchy 50s inspired Gen 2, as well as give her some separates she could mix and match for her characters and townies! There's a ton of fun colors and patterns, and I really think you'll have a blast cooking up combos like a cauldron full of mac and cheese. This set includes 19 pieces: 6 tops, 4 bottoms, 2 fullbody swimsuits, an Accessory Belt Overlay and a bunch of WITCH HATS!

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✨ SET PREVIEWS AND FREE GIFTS! ✨

(EARLY ACCESS, FREE JULY 18TH)

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Happy Canada Day from the Zehr's!

Fun fact! This flag is called the "Canadian Red Ensign" and this particular design was used from 1868 to 1922. The Maple Leaf flag that we know and love actually wasn't introduced until 1965.

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This is a groovy evil laughter kind of morning Maestro is fuming though - morning music should be illegal.

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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.

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falling into a medieval sims rabbit hole feat. @surely-sims & @flowermilksims

(i'm a busy bee 🐝 but gonna try to just share stuff when i do things and not worry about stuff too much! this is my sim I want to try to play the nature's calling event with)