May 2026 Set - Bridgerton Morning Room Part 2

Hi, here is part 2 of the Bridgerton Morning Room💗

I poured my heart into creating this set, carefully recreating each piece to stay as true as possible to the original furniture from Netflix’s Bridgerton. It took about a month to complete, and every detail was crafted with care.

I truly hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed making it ✨

PATREON

See reference

What if the way you hold me

"Bridgerton House" Pianoforte

From thew new packs, the piano was one of the only things I was interested in - and I saw some potential for it to look really good, in a more customisable way. The original EA piano has 12 swatches, with various seat upholstery colours, and a huge spray of flowers &c. on top. Of those 12, there are 3 where the flowers are invisible in game - but you still get a huge random shadow over the top.

My first desire was to fix this huge shadow, and then it was to liberate the upholstery - making it available for all piano colours.

In addition to this, it was pointed out to me that perhaps the castors (wheels on the piano), were not quite historical enough; so I replaced the legs with ones that are similar to the ones the seat uses. (in saying this, looking at photos online, it looks like the piano in the "morning room" on Bridgerton does have castors; but when looking at pictures from the 19th century, I only saw castor-less legs)

Some of the EA's original colours were cut--but this is made up for with the 72 swatches you get with the pianoforte!!

Eight piano colours, with nine different upholstery colours each.

And this is Base Game Compatible, so you don't need to pay for anything just one item 🙌🏻

I'm not supersuper at making new textures yet, but I think the resulting piano-tops look unique (they are, I did them one at a time, perhaps to my disadvantage 🫠), and could be real woodgrain! Just a teaser of the colours:

Considering the amount of time, and determination this caused me (not to mention starting from scratch again, more than once), I decided it would be good to release it publicly, so everyone can benefit from that hard work.

I also put heaps of deco slots on top, so you can add whatever you like to decorate your room how you want!

Violà! et Amusez-vous!

Download the Bridgerton House Pianoforte from my Patreon Here!

✍️🎹🎶💕

Piano/Forte

Sulla curva lucida del pianoforte

la sera

fa tardi.

Lui è seduto.

Le mani ancora tiepide,

come un ultimo accordo

che non vuole andarsene.

Il legno vibra piano,

sa stare zitto.

Lei gli cade addosso

come cade il blues:

senza chiedere.

Di spalle al mondo,

braccia al collo,

un nodo lento

che tiene il tempo.

I corpi si cercano,

si trovano fuori battuta.

Scivolano uno sull’altro

come dita stanche

su tasti consumati.

Lui resta seduto

ma dentro

cammina.

Ogni muscolo ascolta,

ogni respiro

fa swing.

Accordi sporchi.

Respiro che piega il ritmo.

Pelle che impara

una lingua notturna.

La schiena si abbandona,

arco teso

contro il pianoforte.

Il legno regge,

complice,

trattiene il calore

come un vecchio locale

alle tre del mattino.

Nessuna fretta.

Solo brace.

Blue note

sotto la cenere.

Il respiro di lei

gli passa sul viso,

lento,

storto quanto basta.

Lui la tiene

non per stringere

ma per non perdere

il giro.

Il pianoforte raccoglie tutto:

fremiti,

pause,

silenzi che pesano.

E restituisce

una musica

che non sta scritta

da nessuna parte.

I corpi rispondono,

chiamano,

ritornano.

Frasi che si rincorrono,

si spezzano,

si ritrovano.

Caldi.

Necessari.

È una musica che nasce

qui,

tra due battiti

che hanno deciso

di stare nello stesso tempo,

anche se sbagliato.

Tra i tasti

e la pelle

non c’è confine.

Solo groove.

Il suono si stacca,

sale obliquo,

li prende

per i fianchi,

per il fiato.

Ogni respiro

una nota scura.

Ogni contatto

un accordo profondo,

un po’ graffiato.

La pelle è spartito.

Le mani leggono

a memoria.

Il pianoforte non è più cosa.

È soglia.

È notte.

Il tempo si scioglie,

cola lento.

Il desiderio non chiede forma,

chiede solo

di restare

finché il giro non finisce.

E restano sospesi,

tra suono e sudore,

tra blues e abbandono,

finché la notte

non decide

di lasciarli andare.

If Elizabeth had still been able to reach the pianoforte, she would have concluded her performance with a tremendous cacophony.

As she had barely been able to reach the ivory keys, her force, and thus volume, were much reduced. As her lap was also quite reduced, she was forced to drop her hands to her sides, and finished her recital with a rueful shrug.

“Thus ends my performance. Please accept my apology for its complete lack of musical ability,” she announced. 

Lady Catherine would surely have berated her, notwithstanding her own complete inability to perform even the simplest scale, and Elizabeth, for once, would not have argued with her, but as her audience was made of her husband and his sister, her own sister Jane and her perpetually reassuring and cheerful husband, no criticism, not even the mildest acknowledgement of her melodic fiasco, ensued.

“Oh, Lizzie, you were delightful—” that was Jane, her dulcet tones even more dulcet in contrast to the last woefully struck chord.

“I thought it sounded very well,” Georgiana, still somewhat shy even in the bosom of her family, offered.

“’Twas jolly good, plenty of spirit and my foot was tapping away, wasn’t it just, Jenny?” Charles Bingley said, most enthusiastic and possibly tone-deaf. 

“You are too hard on yourself. You faced an insurmountable barrier to the correct execution of the piece,” Darcy said, having risen and crossed to her side as the last ill-considered note was still ringing. He had a hand under hers to help her to rise, the other swiftly wrapped around what was left of her waist to offer ballast. Lady Catherine would surely have condemned Elizabeth for leaving her chamber, so close as she was to her confinement, so similar in her bearing to a whale in her own words, Darcy remonstrating with her that she was everything perfect, struggling as he was now to keep a hand from resting on the full moon curve of her belly.

“You must be fair. It was nothing to do with my great expectations,” she replied, smiling saucily in the way she knew he liked best, patting the spot where she felt a small foot pushing quite firmly. “I’ve always been an abysmal pianist and not being able to reach the keys was the least of my troubles.”

“But it couldn’t help, could it?” Charles said, making them all laugh.

Tagging @janeuary-month for Day 5 prompt, "pianoforte."