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Simmers' Paradise / Where Can I Find...? / Nevermind found it - WCIF: long layered hair
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on: February 17, 2010, 10:18:09 pm
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I found some really gorgeous long (like armpit length, maybe a bit longer) layered hair once but lost it (due to my darling husband redoing the computer without telling me), anyone know what i'm talking about? I know (for sure) it comes in blond and brunette/brown. It's a free hairstyle. Has animation. The hair truly looks like (3) seperate layers. It's similiar to Raon's free 42 hair, but is center parted in the front and the first layer is chin length, no hair accessory
It's by Nouk on MTS2, it is Female Hair: Nouk Charming Hair for Teen and up! (Streaked recolors added!)
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Simmers' Paradise / Where Can I Find...? / FOUND - WCIF: Black veil and/or a modest black dress
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on: December 13, 2009, 11:19:24 pm
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Have been meaning to ask for a while but just now got around to it, does anyone know where I can find a black veil, like for a widow?
I am also looking for a modern modest black dress, although i've seen some cute ones, most are more for party type or some...well provactive lol, i've also seen a couple but they have been more from the 19th century ish.
Thanks in advance!
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Simmers' Paradise / Sims Stories / I knew it
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on: October 06, 2008, 01:59:52 am
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The Inheritance
Chapter 3 - Part VII
August 1964 A week later, Adela came over to share some bad news... "We've been evicted," she said, handing showing me the order. "We have thirty days to move out.
"What? Evicted?" I demanded, taking the paper from her. I gave it a glance. "REI has chosen not to offer a renewed lease of your premises." "Who are these REI clowns?" Adela demanded angrily.
I hesitated. "My son works for them as a courier."
"Andre?" she asked.
I nodded. "He's at school right now, but when he gets home I'll ask him. I'm expecting him any time." "I just can't believe it," Adela said. "After all this time, they want to kick us out?"
"Do you need somewhere to stay?" I asked. "Mother Moretti's visiting her sister in Venice, I'll call and ask if you can use her guest room."
"No, I'm sure we'll be fine," said Adela. She gave me a thankful smile. "But thank you very much." The door opened and closed and I turned to see Andre walking into the living room. "Hi, mom, Mrs. de Luca."
"Andre--" I was interrupted by the ring of the telephone.
"I'll get it." He went over to the phone, picked it up. "Hello? Yes, just a second. Mom, it's Mr. Esposito."
"I'm sorry, Adela, I need to--Andre, watch your sister, I'm going out."
I launched out of the chair and was out the door before either could say another word.Five minutes later... I knocked on the door and Paolo called from inside that the door was open. I walked in to find him pouring drinks at the bar. "Come in, Elizabeth. Have yourself a drink."
"Is it...Paolo, is it bad?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"Have a drink," he insisted and handed a tumbler to me. He took a sip, watching me. I downed it in one long draw and set it down. "Fair enough. Let's sit down." "Paolo," I said as I settled onto the sofa. "Please, I need to know."
"Are you sure about this?" Paolo said. "No matter what I say, that's it--it's out there and I can't take it back."
I closed my eyes and shook my head thoughtfully. For a few moments I sat in silence before finally saying, "Yes. Tell me."
"Your husband is sleeping with his chief of staff." The tears came before I could stop them. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand as my life flashed before my eyes. Only it wasn't my past that I saw; it was a future that was cold and lonely, without Dante.
"You're sure?" I finally managed, my voice cracking.
"Yes," said Paolo. "I'm sorry." Paolo stood to fix me another drink. I sat there, my shoulders heaving, the silence broken only by the strangled sobs that escaped my throat. He brought a tray of drinks; I took one, downed it at once, and found myself coughing even as I reached for another.
"Elizabeth, are you..."
"Don't. Just...don't say anything." I took another drink. I was never a heavy drinker. To be honest, I seldom drank than more than a glass of wine or two with dinner. But the drink felt good, and the next, and the next.
Paolo hesitated, but relented to my requests for more. When I finally got a grip and realized how drunk I was, I sat slumped against the armrest of the sofa, sobbing for the loss of my marriage and my dignity. Paolo came to sit next to me and hugged me against his chest. "There there," he said quietly. "I can't imagine how you must feel, but you have to hold it together. All right, Elizabeth?" He raised my chin so he was looking into my face.
"I'll try," I slurred, leaning forward to balance myself. "Be strong," he said, pulling me closer. And even without thinking or deciding, our lips met. He pressed forward, kissing me, and for a moment I wanted to return the kiss, and then--
"No," I said. "No. I'm married!"
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'll...I'm sorry." I didn't hear his apology; I had finally passed out. Paolo let me lay across the sofa and went to clean up all the glasses.
I slept fitfully, dreaming of the day I met Dante, pondering what it would have been like if I had known he would break my heart. I slept, knowing that someone was watching over me, but never thinking for a moment... ...that my guardian might have cruel intentions.I knew her and Pablo were going to hook up lol |
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Simmers' Paradise / Sims Stories / The Inheritance: Chapter 5 - Part II (Updated 11/14)
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on: October 06, 2008, 12:03:36 am
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The Inheritance
Chapter 3 - Part I
March 1964  Ever since Dante's victory in the election that everyone, including both of us, had expected him to lose, he had become quite a busy man. He had to set up a whole new life in Rome, coming home some weekends but spending most weeks away.
At first, we called each other at least once a day--I would call him in the morning after getting the children off to school, and he would call me in the evenings when he was done with his legislative duties. But lately it had occured that I was doing most of the calling. "I'm sorry, darling. I can't come home this weekend, we have a budget meeting that I have to go to. Perhaps next weekend?"
"Well, all right," I said, half-expecting yet another governmental obligation that would keep my husband away. "Andre was so hoping...well, it doesn't matter. He'll understand.""Apologize to him from me, would you? I wanted to make his recital but things have just gotten too busy here."
"I will."
"Are you having the ladies over tonight?"
"Oh yes, in fact I have a meatloaf in the oven." "I won't keep you, then, darling."
"All right. Good night, Dante." I paused for a moment. "I love you."
"I love you too, Betty. Good night." I hung up the phone and looked around my bedroom. Everything was neat and tidy, so much so that it felt like it was unused. It felt like no one even lived here, and indeed, I couldn't remember off the top of my head the last time I had spent the night here with Dante.
But I would have plenty of time later to dwell during the dark of the night. At this moment, I had a ladies' social gathering to host. We met that night as we frequently did, in the sunroom of the villa, eating and chatting and gossiping. But that night was different: a cloud hung over the gathering. Lady Esther Thornycroft was very ill. Her mental condition had, in the past several months, been accompanied by a striking, wasting illness. The empty chair that belonged to Lady Thornycroft stood empty, and Eleanor was gone as well, caring for her mother. But present were Mrs. Capricia Volante, Mrs. Adela de Luca, Judith O'Reilly, who had been granted an annulment after her husband fled from the authorities, and Angela Giorelli, who was technically still married despite the fact that her husband had been in a coma for two years. "I can't understand why the real estate company is causing such trouble," said Judith, who had been wanting to buy a building downtown with her savings in which to open a new business. "They keep saying it's administrative work, but it's been going on for weeks!"
"I've heard that," said Adela. "Rumor has it some new group of investors is trying to buy up some of the properties. Maybe they're holding out on closing your sale in hopes of getting a better deal."
"Whatever it is, I'm tired of it," Judith confessed as the phone rang. I excused myself to go and answer it. I hung up the phone a few moments later, feeling stricken. I couldn't put thoughts to words, nor convert the words I had just heard into actual meaning.
Slowly, I turned and walked back towards the sunroom. "Ladies," I said. Something in my voice must have told them that I had something to say, and their voices died down.
"Ladies, I'm afraid...I'm sorry to have to tell you... Esther--Lady Thornycroft--died just a few moments ago."DUM DUM DUM I love the meetings though, so Desperate Housewives:worship: |
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Simmers' Paradise / General Sims 2 Discussion / What do you find irritating in the sims?
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on: October 05, 2008, 04:59:12 pm
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Teenage unable to get pregnant (without the use of the wonderful hacks of creators, especially Inteen).
Constant bed making (like anyone really cares THAT much about their bed)
Unreasonable LTW's is up there
Constant fasinaction (sp?) with weather (rain/snow).
Autonoumous cooking (though I know this can be fixed but still)
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Simmers' Paradise / Sims Stories / Me too
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on: October 05, 2008, 03:43:16 pm
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O.o i'm allergic to penicillian too..  Me too, my mom was given it at 5 (in 1956) and had an allergic reaction (her throat closed up, she couldn't breath) thank god for old fast acting country doctors. My cousin is (mom's half brother's son) allergic to it too, they gave him penacillin (at about 3) and he broke out in a HUGE red rash from head to toe. I guess that allergy runs threw my grandpa. I'm allergic to lots of stuff though....except posion ivy and oak I dunno wtf that's about lol. |
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Sims 2 Community Downloads / Misses / Historical Maternity Project: Victorian
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on: May 02, 2008, 04:33:20 am
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I bow to you, I've been looking all over for (historical) teen pregnancy outfits for medieval up to the 19th century and haven't found ANYTHING, this was my last shot, why didn't anyone think of this before?, I mean keeping historically accurate isn't a big deal, but seems weird that everyone makes 21st century teen maternity clothes but none before, thanks for making them, great job.
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