antiquatedplumbobs
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you don't gotta reply but I just wanted to say ty for the Brindleton Save bc my save recently got corrupted, I lost mostly everything map wise and this really helped me keep my sanity together. have a good day!
awwww thank you so much!! honestly this is like such a sweet message to get 🥹🥹
I am so happy that the save made your simming easier 💕💕💕 i adore seeing you all use it and the stories that come from it 🥰
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Bibury, 1895
Emmeline
I suppose I’ve become quite the seamstress!
Almira has allowed me to alter some of her old dresses to fit myself, and I’m glad to finally be out of that tight-fitting bad memory. Still, the woman hasn't updated her wardrobe in quite some time, and I am reminded of my mother: whoever thought the bustle was a good idea did not have a posterior like my own!
Without the help of a lady’s maid, my hair has suffered likewise, though I have never been one to fuss very much over my own appearance. It's nice not to be made to. I have found myself surprisingly appreciative of the work I have been given; it keeps me from wallowing too much in my own hurt, which seems to grow by the day, rather than heal with time. I believe now that I have settled, in some sense, I've been given time to think about it all: Kenneth’s betrayal, Mother’s, the destruction of my manuscript, and — most of all — how dearly I miss my children.
I find I often dream of Kenneth and I, at home and happily wed, without any of the pain that has come to define our marriage to me in the day. It all feels so enticingly real until I wake, and I am enraged at his betrayal all over again.
At least the renewal of spring approaches — I must look forward to that, rather than think about how my condition grows with its coming...
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#the cavendishes are back??????#oh my god the excitement i feel#this story has me so gripped you guys have no idea#so excited to see more 😍#antiquelikes
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✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨
Ahhh Shannon thank you so much!
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Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨ - xo, theplottdump 💗
Anne my love thank you thank you 💚
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Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨
Awww thank you Sasa!!!
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Nestled in the woods of of Northern Brindleton is the tiny cabin to which the newlyweds returned home. There may be tiles slipped from the roof, and paint flaking off the walls, but it's home, and it's theirs. Within the four small walls, nothing seems to touch their happiness.
This sweet cabin build is from the Antiquated Brindleton save file by @antiquatedplumbobs!
#absolutely ethereal 😍#i adore this so so much#landscape shots are the way to my heart#using my save#using my builds
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URL Song Game
Thank you for the tag @vermutandherring this is such a fun idea!!
antiquated plumbobs: an eclectic assortment of hoarded memories and experiences, people and emotions, akin to a dragon sitting upon its pile of treasure, but it's more one man's trash kind of vibes and oh we're in the woods
A - all the way by shane smith & the saints
N - nightswimming by rem
T - take me home country roads by john denver
I - i am california by john craigie
Q - question...? by taylor swift
U - use somebody by kings of leon
A - all eyes on me by bo burnham
T - the view between villages by noah kahan
E - evelyn by gregory alan isakov
D - dancing on my own by vitamin string quartet
P - punchline by ed sheeran
L - leiser by lea
U - u r my everything by leslie odom jr
M - miss atomic bomb by the killers
B - broken by lovelytheband
O - ophelia by the lumineers
B - by and by by caamp
S - sunday by joy oladokun
This was delightful but also crazy hard (q almost defeated me thank god for taylor) i am not really a song girly, i save things that make my brain feel nice and that's about the only criteria, so I'm going to tag some of the song girlies (and others) in my life, can't wait to see what you do with it darlings
@aheathen-conceivably @surely-sims @thebramblewood @elderberries-and-honey @applesaucesims @stargazingsims and literally anyone else who wants to do this!!
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I've been so busy lately I have barely had time for Tumblr let alone sims (story of my life I think?) but by gosh am I having a heck of time booping you all (boop me all you want it's about the level of engagement I can currently handle) 🐾🐾🐾
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I've been quietly doing a Decades Challenge in my spare time for over a year, and I've finally reached the 2010s.
But one of the most prominent characters throughout the (sim) years is Velma Frances "Vee" Robinson, who married my gen. 2 heir in 1934 and just stole the show - from being a wartime housewife to becoming a successful businesswoman, cat sanctuary manager, and an eccentric great-grandma.
She's lived through two world wars and a scandalous divorce, always with a cig in her hand and a cat by her side - and she is still around in 2010, at the ripe age of 97!
I've loved playing with her so far and just wanted to share a few snapshots I've collected over the years.
#i just love seeing a whole life like this...#like it's fun to follow along with stories#but also adore just these like snapshots a whole bunch#so nice to see you on my dash#deadlymodern
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BUILD: H. Licht Fine Photography by antiqueplumbobs // CC SETS: The Aesthete by @chere-indolente (For Lawrence), and At The Theater by @chere-indolente (For Winifred).
Thank you for both for your wonderful contributions to the historical simming community! This shoot would have been nothing without you!
Lawrence and Winifred stop by a photography studio before heading off to the Haymarket Theatre in London to attend the debut of A Woman of No Importance by the popular (and beloved by the Baudelaire's) playwright Oscar Wilde.
#they are SERVING#even if lawrence is looking dead tired (scout you let that man rest)#using my builds
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A letter to Matthew Dailey from his daughter Agnes, 189x
Dearest Papa,
We are here!
We arrived in Chestnut Ridge late this morning after a near two days of travel, bursting with both relief and anticipation. Until now the idea of being here seemed a mere fantasy, but now that we have actually made it, I am now reminded of just how real and wonderful it all really is. We are both exhausted from our journey but nevertheless overjoyed to finally be here after so much dreaming and planning, it scarcely feels feel to either of us even now.
The farm, our farm...what can I say about it? Its ours, and that’s the most important thing. This one in particular was being sold off for quite cheap after its previous owners passed on, and although I do not wish to be rude, it isn’t difficult to see why the bank was so eager to hand it over to us. It is quite an old building and in need of several serious repairs, I fear that one strong gust of wind would be enough to knock it apart.
Will seems optimistic that we’ll be able to make it work, in spite of the obvious problems. He did have to take out a small loan to pay for it, but he’s confident that we’ll be able to pay it back after our first good harvest. If all goes well, that is, which I trust that it will. We’ve come too far for it not to.
Yours truly,
Mrs. Agnes Barclay
P.S. Do let Aunt Winifred know I miss her dearly, and I plan to write to her as well just as soon as I get the chance.
#cannot wait to see what they get up to 😍#such an adorable farmhouse!!#and my lil town!! its so perfect here!!#using my builds
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Hi guys!
Sorry, no new Sewell post this week :/
I wasn't feeling well this past weekend on top of work being a bit stressful right now. Hopefully will be back next Tuesday, but I will keep you all updated!
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“...it doesn’t need to be perfect, Aunt Winifred.”
“Nonsense, dear, its your wedding day, of course it has to be perfect!”
Agnes sighed as her aunt fidgeted about with the skirts of her wedding dress for what must have been the tenth time in barely five minutes, but made no other movements or noises of protests. There was no point to it when she’d only receive the same response as she had the last several times, and thus she stayed put.
Or at the very least, she stayed put the best she could. Because it was taking everything in her to not just collapse into a overwrought heap of nervousness.
It was normal for brides to feel anxious, she supposed. Great-Aunt Winifred had said so, but then, Agnes wasn’t sure how much her aunt knew about weddings or being a bride given her perpetual state of spinsterhood. Nevertheless, Agnes tried not to think about it too much. For if she did, she knew she’d only begin trembling again as she had when she’d woken up this morning, and she’d only just managed to make herself stop.
Though whether she trembled with worry or excitement, it was hard to tell. Her mind was all aflutter with every emotion imaginable, at least the ones expected of a young woman about to be married. Why shouldn’t it be, after all? Her life as she knew it was about to change in such a grand way, she’d have a new home, a new name.
A new husband.
Oh, how she detested the fact that she couldn’t see her dear Will at this moment. She didn’t think she’d seen him for two days now, and she was sure she might just explode before she even made it down the aisle. “Its bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding, after all," Aunt Winifred had tutted, much to Agnes' annoyance.
Oh well, no matter. It wouldn’t be much longer, it couldn’t be.
Today, she would become Mrs. William Barclay, just as she’d always dreamed she would.
#NEW DECADES CHALLENGE ALERT#The colors in this post are so dreamy#i love the pop of her hair against the white#so excited to see these two and where this goes!!#rb
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Spring 1916
Will Sewell had always loved the outdoors: the smell of new grass and fresh turned earth; the sound of birds singing and waves lapping at the shore; the feel of the sun on his face and the earth underfoot. Since he’d begun spending time with Clara, he had always tried to share this love with her: walks by the inlet, a small piece of glass worn smooth by the sea, a posy of wildflowers that caught his eye.
Of all his haunts, Cavalier Cove was by far Will's favorite. The ocean lived up to its name here, crashing wildly against the rocks and when the sun hit the swells the dark ocean lit up in brilliant blues, greens, and every shade in between. And there, perched at the horizon was Deadgrass Isle, his mother's birthplace and home until she had left it to marry his father.
So on this special evening, Will had chosen Cavalier Cove to bring Clara to — for what better place was there for such a momentous occasion? The seagrass swayed merrily in the breeze as the couple picked their way to the shore. The setting sun threw the colors of the world into bright oranges and reds, and Clara, turning to look at him, looked cast in bronze in the light.
He took a deep breath, willing his heart to beat normally, and before he could think another thought, sank to one knee.
“Clara,” he said, lifting the small box. The ring glinted in the fading light. “Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He smiled up at her, feeling more sure than he ever had before, that this was the right choice — that Clara was the right choice.
The last touch of the sun was slipping behind the horizon, the golden light that had suffused the beach muting quickly to the deep blue of twilight. Clara was no longer gilded from the sun’s rays; the gloaming had thrown her face in shadow.
"I’m sorry... but no, I can’t accept right now.”
He blinked. The waves, which had been a gentle rumble, now deafened his ears. His knee hurt, there was something in the sand that was poking him. He blinked again, the words were wrong, not what he had expected at all.
He stood up jerkily, his cheeks burning, despite the chill of the breeze. She was speaking, apologies, platitudes, her hands fluttering, bright white in the twilight, like the wings of a seabird he thought idly. He offered her his arm mechanically; he felt her eyes on him, but he didn’t particularly want to look at her.
As he walked her home, the spring peepers were the only sounds besides their boots on the soft ground. For once, Will was glad of Clara’s quietness.
After leaving Clara at her kitchen door — still studiously ignoring her gaze — Will wandered, only taking note of his surroundings when he almost walked straight into the inlet. The moon hung low in the sky, and as it rose into the heavens Will felt his anger and embarrassment lift as well. He was left with a solitary emotion coursing through him like floodwaters in the spring: relief.
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Just a few days after Sebastian celebrated his thirteenth birthday, there was a grand celebration held in his honour at the Gilded Hotel. Every prominent and well-to-do family in Brindleton Bay was in attendance, along with any of-age daughters they might have liked to introduce to the eldest Caulfield boy.
Ernest and Gertrude mingled with the heads of households, but made sure to put some time aside during the night to dance with each other. Florence and Nathaniel were in awe of the soiree - a first for each of them. They spent nearly the whole night glued to each other, never straying far from the decadent chocolate fondue fountain that their parents had splurged on for the grand event.
But the one for whom the party was held did not seem to be in a celebratory mood. Sebastian didn't belong at a party such as this one, he felt. He hardly knew any of these people, or their daughters who kept batting their all-too-friendly eyelashes towards him. He planned on sneaking away as soon as possible, maybe go to the swimming hole, or perhaps just stay near the grounds, in the hotel gardens. He was feeling suffocated by his own shirt collar, and wanted to be anywhere but here.
But his mother, swift and in tune to the nature of her oldest son as ever, grabbed him by the arm before he could slip away undetected.
"There is someone your father and I would like you to meet, Sebastian," Gertrude hummed as they slowly walked to the other side of the ballroom, arm in arm. "Be polite, my boy." she reminded him under her breath. Before he knew it, they seemed to reach their destination - in front of a petite young lady with blushing cheeks and mousy brown hair. "Sebastian, this is Miss Annabelle Brindleton."
"Good evening, Sebastian," Annabelle nodded her head with a hint of a smile. "How do you do?"
Annabelle was pretty, pretty enough to make Sebastian just a bit of a nervous mess - though that was typical of him around girls anyways.
"Good evening, Miss Brindleton," he nodded towards her. "I am very well, thank you."
The two stood there in a bit of a standstill with each other, until Annabelle broke the silence.
"Shall we dance?"
another of @antiquatedplumbobs amazing builds, and one of her characters too <3
#using my save#using my builds#awwww theyre so cute!!#love seeing the hotel used as a setting for dramatic dances 💃
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Early one spring day, Gertrude took Florence into town with her.
"Could we stop by the bakery, mother?" Florence asked as she kept pace with Gertrude. "I'll bet Bash would fancy a mince pie on his birthday."
"Sebastian shall be perfectly content with a sensible cake and blancmange." Gertrude said. Florence looked down, resigned. "But perhaps we can peek in before we head back home." Florence smiled at her mother. The two rarely spent time like this together, for they both felt how different they were from one another. Today, though, perhaps they could make an effort to understand each other, just a bit.
"But we have an important errand to run, first, Florence." Gertrude said, stopping in front of a windowed storefront.
Florence could tell by looking through from the outside that this was a dress shop. "My, mother," she said. "How many more dresses could you possibly need?"
Gertrude arched over and took her daughters face between her gloved hands. "My dear, we are here for you to get a dress, not me." she smiled. "Your brother will be turning thirteen in a few days time, and we are having a grand celebration for him!"
"So shouldn't Bash be getting the new dress?" Florence joked. Her mother's face fell.
"Florence, please," Gertrude pled as she tried to avoid getting contrite with her daughter. "That does not amuse me. I worry for you, my girl. You are beautiful, but naive. I cannot have you neglecting your place as a woman so that you may read and play silly games. I implore you, Florence - please try."
Gertrude's begging had disturbed her daughter. Florence did not want to be a burden on her family, though she couldn't understand why her mother worried so. If she was to marry and have a family of her own one day, shouldn't it be with another who embraced her for who she truly was?
"Alright, mum." Florence said after a moment of contemplation. "Perhaps I could use a new dress." and Gertrude shared a pleased and relieved smile as her daughter complied with her wishes.
"It will be such fun, Florence," she said. "I'm sure you'll think so, too."
"Oh my," Gertrude whispered to herself.
Florence stood in front of both the looking glass and her mother - nervous.
"You look darling, darling." Gertrude gushed. Florence really thought she might shed a tear or two. "And the fit is perfect - divine. I'm so pleased with the dressmaker. Why, I dropped off one of my own dresses as a girl for the pattern not a fortnight ago and I don't see a single alteration to be needed. How do you feel, Florence?" Gertrude asked.
Florence pushed her red hair off of her shoulders and stood awkwardly in front of the mirror. Of course she always wore dresses, but none as fancy as this. She didn't quite know how to stand without feeling like it looked wrong on her. Needless to say, she did not see what her mother saw when she looked at herself.
But her mother looked so happy to see her in this dress, as if she had been waiting for this shopping excursion her entire life. Florence just didn't have it in her to disappoint her, not like she felt she had been doing for so long.
"I love it," she forced herself to smile. "Really, it is divine. Thank you, mother."
After her mother had left the dressing room, Florence took another long look at herself in this dress that her mother loved so. She decided she could fake it, for her mum. Perhaps she could even trick herself into believing it. But for now, she would take off the dress and allow herself to dread the next time she would have to wear it - this time for other to see.
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I'm wondering if we ever get something related to tourism and hotels instead of another one useless stuff pack. Yes, I'm pointing at you, Crystal Creations SP 👿
#these photos just feel SO alive#i am in awe of the talent here oh my god#salivating over these sets and the sims and just EVERYTHING#rb
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