The 9 Best Beds CC Sims 4 You Can Download Free Today ☺️

I’ve put together a spotlight featuring some of my favorite double beds for #TheSims4. From cozy to modern to dramatic styles, there’s something for every build!

Potted Pals ₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Hello, my dear little plant parents ₊˚🌿.ೃ࿔*:🪴･

You might have noticed that I just can't seem to stay away from the plant world for long 😅 and honestly? I'm not even sorry about it 😜 Maybe it's the spring air, maybe it's my wonderfull roomie who tends to our little plant babies with so much love every single day ... but whatever it is, it got me inspired in the best possible way 💚

So this time, I wanted to go deeper. Not just the plants themselves, but the whole world around them - the care, the tools, the cozy little chaos of a well-loved potting corner. Because that's where the real magic happens, right?! ˚˖‧₊˚🌱✩

Potted Pals is a love letter to every Sim with dirt under their fingernails and seedlings on their windowsill 🌻 This set gives you everything you need to build the most charming little garden nook - from the rustic potting bench with plenty of surface space for all your clutter, to the sweetest little A-frame plant stand, a garden sink with the most adorable bucket-as-basin concept ☆, a seed box with scattered packets, stacked terracotta pots, fresh little sprouts and so much more 🪴

While this set was born from a love of garden spaces, every single piece works just as beautifully indoors - think a cozy sunroom, a kitchen windowsill corner, a little botanical nook in your Sim's living room or even a lush indoor greenhouse vibe 🌿 The possibilities are truly endless ₊˚⊹⋆

I just really wanted this collection to feel lived-in and warm - cozy and full of life, wherever your Sims choose to place it ₊˚⊹⋆

Happy planting and much love 💗ྀི The Clutter Cat ₊˚🌱⋅🌿 ⋅⋆

Baby on the Way (Part 1) 🤍

Here’s a preview of some of the items included in Baby on the Way Sims 4 CC Pack. From nursery prep details like paint trays and delivery boxes to cozy essentials like the bunny plush, blankets, and the crib in its assembly stages, this collection captures that special moment before a newborn arrives.

It’s all about the in-between phase. The painting, the organizing, the waiting. The room slowly coming together piece by piece.

I can’t wait to see the nurseries you create with it.

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I noticed that there was a bigger egg under one of the broody chickens, when I checked. Of course I noticed, it was twice the size of the others. But I have geese. I figured it was a goose egg she’d found and stolen. It was about the right size, and I didn’t take it out to check the colour because that particular chicken gets very protective of her eggs. I’ve already got a scar on one hand from trying to get eggs away from her. I didn’t want a matched set.

That was a decision I regretted the moment I went out to feed the chickens and found a little blue-and-silver dragonet’s head poking out from under a very confused-looking chicken. The poor thing kept shifting around and looking under herself in a bewildered way, like she didn’t know what to do next. This particular chicken is a good mother, and she’s raised clutches of ducks and geese without any trouble – she’s even resigned to some of her children swimming – but this was too much. She didn’t object when I carefully reached in and fished out the little dragon.

It was so tiny, then. It fitted in my hand, with its little head peeking out one side and its tail looping around my wrist. Cute, too, with its big eyes and little snout turned up towards me.

That was when I made my second mistake. I decided to feed it before releasing it. Dragons are innately wild creatures, everyone knows that. They can’t be tamed. People have tried. The eggs are abandoned as soon as they are laid, and the dragonets hatch able to hunt, so they don’t even bond with their mothers. So just feeding it a little shouldn’t have been a big deal. It should have gobbled the meat and fled as soon as I loosened my grip on it and it saw the open sky.

It didn’t. As soon as I’d fed it, it fluttered up to a sunny window ledge and went to sleep. I went about my work, figuring that it’d leave in its own time.

By noon, it was sitting on my boot, squeaking pathetically. I wondered if maybe it was confused by the farmyard – they usually hatch in mountains, if the stories are right – so I took it back to the farmhouse with me and fed it again when I ate, then took some time away from the fences I should have been mending to walk it up to the hills. I found it some nice rocks, with plenty of lizards and beetles and suitable prey for something that size. It pounced on a beetle almost as soon as I put it down, and when I left it was crunching happily.

I hadn’t walked a quarter of the way back before something hit the back of my boot. The little dragon was holding on with all four claws, and when I looked down it squeaked pathetically. If possible, its eyes got even rounder.

Listen, you don’t make it as a farmer if you just let orphaned baby animals die. We hand-raise calves and lambs and ponies, set chickens to sit on abandoned eggs, or put them under the kitchen stove or by a fireplace. You don’t make a success of farming if you don’t value every animal. A good shepherd will spend all night looking for one lost sheep. So despite what was said later, it wasn’t just sentiment that made me sigh and pick up the little thing and carry it back to the farm.  I am a good farmer. I don’t let orphaned babies die just because they’re a little work.

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