The Spice of Life Legacy, Chapter 1

Hello everyone and welcome to my newest legacy, The Spice of Life. Our
founder here is one Cardamom Spice, and I’ll let her take it from here.
Thanks for reading!
“Hi folks! I’m Cardamom, and I’m a family sim, and I’m going to be awesome
at it because “mom” is already in my name! That’s the foundation of being a
successful parent, right? Yeah, should be all easygoing from here!”

Let me tell you a little about myself. Like I said, I’m a family sim, and yes, I know I’m
a sim. For some that’s an existential crisis, but I say, just because I don’t control the
pie menu doesn’t mean I don’t control my life. I’m cool with it, basically. My
secondary is knowledge, and that’s a good thing since I’m starting here in college
with no skills. I’m neat, nice, and playful, but I have to admit to being a little lazy,
and I can be on the shy side.* What I really want out of life is to find a nice guy,
raise a ridiculously humongous family, and have a golden anniversary party. That
sounds good to me. Just gotta find the right dude.
*7/0/2/8/8

There’s a couple of . . . special situations . . . about my legacy I should
mention. I have an allergy to snapdragons, and it’s genetic, so all my
kids will too, so we’re going to brave it without them. Also, I’ve always
wanted to travel the world and meet interesting people, despite my
shyness, so I plan on picking a spouse from a vacation locale and
insisting all my heirs do the same. This might be a little challenging
since I’m a broke college student. Better get started earning some
money.

I worked in the cafeteria, which is soul-crushing work, and so instead
I tried to work at the coffee shop some too.

Unfortunately, the real barista kept wanting to talk and tell me
jokes, and for some reason I felt compelled to change out of the
uniform and quit my shift every time he approached me. Darn my
work ethic! If I can’t socialize on the job, how am I ever going to
earn enough to go on vacation?

Despite working as much as possible, I wasn’t making much money. I
decided to focus on my grades but things there weren’t so easy either.
My room was party central for all the various weirdos hanging out in
the dorm, even while I was trying to write papers. I definitely needed
my own place, but that takes money too!

Perhaps I should have saved my first
grant for a place of my own or my
eventual vacation, but I was feeling a
little lonely and I decided to get a
friend. I adopted a little womrat to
keep in my dorm room.
Her name was Lady Fluffybutt. I
thought she was just the cutest
thing ever, and I loved playing with
her. I could almost swear I could
understand some of her chattering
sometimes!

“What’s that, Lady Fluffybutt? You’re going to eat my soul? Ah,
aren’t you a kidder. I hope! Eh, you’re just a womrat. What could
you do? . . . oh . . . oh my! You don’t say! You do say! Why, I never!
Back in the cage with you until you learn to mind that tongue of
yours, Lady!”

I got out of those madhouse dorms as quickly as I could, and got
my own place, which I admit was more of a box than a house, but
at least it had a roof. I invited my only friend, Cornflower, over
and asked her to move in with me. She accepted and we became
roomies. Cornflower was another family sim.

I made a deal with Cornflower that if she let me use her grant money
and worked to help me earn towards my vacation, I would use my sway
with the controller to get her a partner of her own and let her get
married. Since she was a family sim and not a legacy sim, this was her
shot at obtaining her dream, so she took me up on it. Luckily, the
barista found her a little less distracting, so she was able to put in some
good hours at the coffee shop over several sessions.

Cornflower and I focused on our
studies and took shifts working to
earn enough money for me to go
on vacation before graduation.
Day to day was pretty boring.
With no skills and no money, I ate
a lot of toaster pastries. For fun, I
played with Lady Fluffybutt when
she wasn’t in timeout for her
naughty nature. The things that
womrat said!

We added another roomie, an intense-looking secret society
member named Hera. Hera was another family sim, and we struck
the same deal. With two roomies bringing in grant and coffee
money, I was hopeful that I could go on a nice vacation before I left
college. I considered joining Hera’s society, but between all the
schoolwork and work-work, I never had time to meet enough of
them.

“Um, Hera, who set fire to our pitifully bare kitchen?”
“Oh, is it on fire? I didn’t notice. Welp, wasn’t me.”
“Then why do you have cuisine points over your head?”
“Do I? Huh, that’s weird.”
“You’re not going to cop to it, are you?”
“Never.”

Besides family, my passion in life is art, and I saw another
opportunity in it to make some money, assuming I could get good
enough, of course. I started out with pottery, which was perhaps not
the best idea since it made me inexplicably stinky. Maybe I should
have used actual clay instead of mud. That might have improved the
smell. Anyway, I spent a lot of time practicing and trying to improve,
even while Hera and Cornflower were sleeping. Luckily, the creaky
old foot-powered wheel didn’t wake them, since we had only one
large room and the bathroom wasn’t big enough for my wheel.

“Yeah . . . I am nowhere close to booking a flight. I need a serious
cash infusion. What’s that? You hear a breeze? Yeah, the phone is
located outside the hovel. It rings too much while we’re sleeping.
Single room, remember?”

I decided to start a sorority in the hopes that, with our newfound
sorority-related shenanigans, we might bring home some loot that I
could sell for money. I named my sorority Oresha Cham Cham, but I
could only afford to buy two letters at the time. I hoped that all of
my descendants would go through Oresha Cham Cham too.

Let me tell you a little about
Cornflower. Here was a classy lady. On
her first date with her future fiancé,
she was caught rustling through the
trash when he arrived. She later fell in
love with the bookcase, but decided to
propose to Michael anyway. She did so,
right next to some random guy’s butt. I
love Cornflower.

“Well, Lady Fluffybutt, what’s going on today? Oh, you tried to get
Hera to set the kitchen on fire again? You must like being on timeout.
One more cuddle and then back you go!”

Even with the work I was doing on the side and my newfound hobby of
pottery, I kept my grades up. I consistently got 4.0s, which really helped
when grant time rolled around.

We had a thief come and steal what we called our woohoo
booth. The police officer that came when we called caught her,
but the insurance money didn’t pay enough to buy the booth
back, and we really couldn’t afford to with my trip coming up
soon. It made me really angry, but there was nothing I could do
about it.

The rest of our college years were fairly routine. We worked,
studied, and occasionally played. Hera met a professor named
Paul that she took a shine to, and she proposed too.
Cornflower painted a portrait of me working on my wheel. I
want all of my descendants that go through Oresha Cham
Cham to have portraits too, for posterity.

Here’s the finished portrait! Not bad!

I had a short break before my last
semester, so I decided now was the
right time to go on vacation.
Together, we had saved up enough
money for me to go on a 5-day
vacation. I knew that this was my
one chance to find Mr. Right since I
wouldn’t have enough money to go
on another vacation for a long time
once I got back to the main
neighborhood.
I booked a vacation to Three
Lakes, packed my bags, and then I
was off. Time to find a guy!

Once there, I decided to try to meet as many of the male
locals as possible before I did any relaxing. The first two I met
were a guy named Darren and one named Stephan. I didn’t
realize how popular fannypacks were in Three Lakes!

Stephan and I seemed to hit it off pretty well. We had a great
discussion about fashion, and how neither of us wanted to be
constrained by it. I wasn’t bothered by being out of fashion, and
judging by his socks and sandals, neither was Stephan.

After our pleasant
conversation, I felt a sudden
urge to check Stephan out, to
see if we had any chemistry. I
decided the best place to view
him from would be between
the two ax targets, so I risked
my life to find out that I did,
indeed, find Stephan hot.
Darren was not someone I was
attracted to, so it was good to
know I had at least one
possibility so far.

I kept visiting different lots and meeting different guys, with
marriage always on my mind. I knew I wanted the white picket
fence lifestyle, with a husband and lots of kids, so it was
imperative that I find someone to share my life with. I ultimately
talked to, and checked out, Sabastian, Steven, Jace, Henry, and
Cole. None of them struck my fancy.

Once I decided I had exhausted the pool of male suitors, I
spent a little time getting to know the town. I ate flapjacks
and learned the slap dance, as well as spending a little R&R
time in the hot tub.

As the end of my trip neared, I
decided it was time to make my
move on Stephan, who was the only
sim in the whole town that I was
attracted to. I had to move rooms in
my hotel because my first room
inexplicably didn’t have a phone, and
I couldn’t very well send Stephan a
date invitation by carrier pigeon.
As I waited for him to arrive, my
stomach was full of butterflies.
Would he like me back? Would
we really be compatible? Would
he be okay with my goals in life,
and want to raise children with
me? I felt like I was taking a big
risk, but I also felt that he was the
one.

When Stephan arrived, we started our date together, and it
went swimmingly! I found out that Stephan was also a family
sim, which explained some of our chemistry. It also made me
really happy because I knew he would be down with the
lifestyle I wanted. We flirted a little, but it was pretty tame at
first as we just got to know each other a little better.

“So, Stephan, do you like what you see?”
“Oh baby, how did you know that girls in sweater vests with
anger issues are my turn-on?!”

Our date started to heat up,
and we made out right there
on the sidewalk without a care
whether we would scandalize
anyone! Stephan and I were in
our own little world, wrapped
up in each other.

It seemed to happen so fast, but Stephan and I realized we were
falling in love. Stephan was the first to say the words, and I
worked up the courage to tell him I loved him too. For being
someone who had never dated before, I felt like this was a huge
step, but I also knew that I had found true love!

I knew I couldn’t let the opportunity pass me by, so I
proposed to Stephan right then and there, on our first date! I
wouldn’t be able to see him for a long time, though we could
keep in touch by phone, and I wanted to make sure he was
all mine. Although it was a bit unconventional, he happily
said he would marry me! I was elated that I had found the
one, and that we were slated to be married once I finished
school and settled in back in the neighborhood. It would be
hard being apart now that we had found each other, but
knowing we were engaged would make the wait easier.

With a ring on my finger, a song in my heart, and thoughts of
Stephan racing through my mind, I left Three Lakes, happier than I
had ever been before.

Amazingly, Stephan made the several-day walk to leave flowers at
Oresha Cham Cham. I wished he had stuck around to talk, but I guess
he had to get back to put his affairs in order, since he would be
moving to live with me in a short time.

The last semester went fast. I tried to
stock up on skills as much as possible,
as I knew that life would be tough
once I moved back to the
neighborhood. We had built a pretty
nice little beginning sorority, but it
would be hard living again for me
shortly.

I graduated summa cum laude, but all I could think about was the
challenge ahead of me. That and the joy of being reunited with
Stephan. We had talked on the phone as often as I could spare time,
but it was hard being apart.

I wanted to use the last little time I had at University after
graduation to get even more skilling in, so I stuck around,
even after Cornflower and Hera graduated. I didn’t like living
alone, so I invited another friend, Margaret, to move in with
me. She cleans up nicely, don’t you think? She would hold
down the house when I moved out until one or more of my
children could move in. She also would keep an eye on Lady
Fluffybutt, who I suspect may have doused some of the
furniture with kerosene. She may be trouble, but I love that
little womrat!

One of Margaret’s first actions in the house was to break the
computer, and since I had much more mechanical skill than her, I was
the one to fix it. Unfortunately, I forgot to unplug it and received a
nasty shock!

The misfortune continued when my shock somehow made the tiny
desk catch on fire, perhaps because of Lady Fluffybutt’s antics. I was
still reeling from my electrocution, but Margaret started freaking
out!

We didn’t have a fire alarm in the small study room, so one of us
needed to get to the phone quickly to call the fire department.
Unfortunately, neither of us was thinking straight, and we were in
grave danger being in that tiny room with the raging inferno.

I finally managed to think again and quickly got to the phone. It’s a
good thing, too, because Margaret had caught on fire while she
was hanging out in the room freaking out. The firefighter came
quickly and put Margaret and our computer desk out. Amazingly,
there was no damage to the furniture.

I had survived being electrocuted and a fire, but it had taken a toll
on me and I collapsed just feet from my bed, still charred and
shaken.
In short, I’ve had better days.

With all that excitement, I forgot that it was almost time for me to
leave college, so it kind of snuck up on me. Time to get on with the
rest of my life!

I moved back to The Spice Rack, which is what we call our
neighborhood. I had purchased a large, empty lot, as was traditional.
Hera and Cornflower had loaned me some clothes to wear, so I was a
bit more stylish than I had been before. I also traded in my pigtail
braids for a single braid, which I thought made me look more grown-
up. With no more possessions than a mailbox and a trash can, I started
my adult life.

I had left the bit of accumulated wealth left over from my trip with
Margaret for future generations, so I barely had any money when I
moved onto my lot. I could only buy the bare necessities. I couldn’t
even wall in my toilet, so I just hoped no one would be passing by
when the urge struck.

For fun and company, I used the last bit of my money to buy another
womrat. His name was Lord Snugglebottom. I knew that womrats
are immortal when properly cared for, so I hoped that Lord
Snugglebottom would be in my family for a very long time, just like
Lady Fluffybutt would be there to comfort my descendants at
college. Lord Snugglebottom was much better behaved than Lady
Fluffybutt, though he could be a bit insufferable at times.

There was a bit of a problem with unrest in the neighborhood. I didn’t want to
raise kids there, so I knew I needed to move, but I had to wait a week before
Stephan could join me. Just to keep things uncomplicated, I ignored my
neighbors when they came calling since they wouldn’t be my neighbors for
long.
*The neighborhood was a custom template and it kept crashing at the
neighborhood screen, so I decided to move Cardamom and Stephan once the
first week was up and they were together.

As I went to sleep that first night with naught but the stars overhead,
I wondered if I was doing the right thing. Starting out this extremely
poor was risky. Would I be able to survive like this, and what kind of
life would I be able to provide my kids when I had them? I had
doubts, but I tried to reassure myself that I could handle it, and I
finally fell asleep.

The next day I started a job in politics. This was definitely not my
dream, but it was the highest-paying job in the newspaper, and I
needed every simoleon. I was hoping to get a better job with online
searches, as some strange man had given me a computer, but I
couldn’t afford a desk to put it on.

Politics was not for me, so when I came home with my paycheck, I
immediately bought a desk and looked for a new job. I found one in
art, which aligned perfectly with my interests and skills. To keep
improving myself, I also got a bookcase and an easel. When I had
time, I would paint since it was less taxing (and the equipment less
expensive!) than pottery.

I started out in restoration,
but it was hard to get into a
good mood for work with my
little collection of furniture on
the lawn. On top of that, it
was summer and was burning
hot, so I always went to work
feeling sweaty and gross.
Luckily, I still put in a good
effort and I earned a major
bonus on my first day!

The bonus was enough for Lord Snugglebottom and me to move
inside an actual house! Again, it was a two room, square shack, but
it was home. Things were definitely looking up.

I visited Margaret to collect Lady Fluffybutt and the painting of me,
so that I could pass those on to my children when they went to
college. Since I was moving neighborhoods soon, my kids would
have to start Oresha Cham Cham over again.
In the meantime, Lord Snugglebottom and I made do with our
little house, and I talked to Stephen on the phone and waited until
he could move in. We planned on having our wedding there, and
then immediately packing up and moving to a new neighborhood.
Lord Snugglebottom told me, “Better safe than sorry when it
comes to crashes!” So true.

Finally! Stephan arrived from Three Lakes right at the beginning of
autumn. I could barely contain my excitement and nearly knocked
him over with a big kiss! I was so happy to be with my sweetie again,
and this time for good.

Now that he wasn’t living in Three Lakes anymore, Stephan dressed
up a little and traded in his touristy sunglasses for a pair of regular
glasses. Stephan had a very even personality: moderately neat,
active, and nice, and a little shy and serious.* His goal in life was the
same as mine – a golden anniversary. I knew we were a great match!
*6/3/6/4/6

That very same evening, we prepared for our wedding. Lord
Snugglebottom helped me get ready and offered to give me away, but
I told him it was safer to stay in his cage. He then reminded me,
“Always wear a seatbelt in a moving car!” What a helpful little womrat
he is! So different from Lady Fluffybutt, who was living in suspended
animation in my inventory, where for once she couldn’t cause trouble
or make threats.

Stephan and I wanted to get to our new neighborhood as soon
as possible, so we got married that very night. It was so
romantic to trade our vows by candlelight. He told me how
beautiful I looked, and I definitely noticed how handsome he
looked in a suit! It was one of the happiest moments of my life.

Margaret, Hera, and Cornflower were there to witness our happy
day. I had to break the news to my friends that they would be
staying behind and probably not getting married after all, but that
we – or my descendants – would meet again in some other form at
the college in the new town. Luckily, they understood.

Stephan and I couldn’t stop fawning over each other after the
wedding. We had been apart for months, and now we finally had
each other all to ourselves. Well, almost. There was still the matter
of the party to attend to before we moved.

I was so busy that these were the best pictures we have of me in
my dress. I made soup for dinner for everyone, and we
socialized, listened to music, and watched TV. Stephan and I had
spent all our money on the wedding, so we couldn’t really
afford to throw a raucous party.

Still, a good time was had by
all. The party was a lot of fun
and I enjoyed being with my
friends one last time, but I was
even more excited to spend
some alone time with Stephan
at last. We definitely
celebrated that evening, and
then it was time to pack up and
get ready to move!

We both wanted kids right away, but it wasn’t happening for us at
first. Besides, we wanted our kids to grow up in our new
neighborhood. Our last action in the old neighborhood was to adopt a
cat named Kitty Pryde. She was a beautiful little tan kitty and she fit in
perfectly.

Kitty Pryde went to sleep one night, and when she woke up, we were in a
brand new house in a brand new neighborhood, coincidentally also
named The Spice Rack. Things in this neighborhood looked to be more
stable, and Stephan and I were looking forward to starting our family.
*Thanks for reading! Check back next time to see Cardamom and Stephan
as they expand the Spice family, as well as Kitty Pryde and Lord
Snugglebottom, and eventually that scamp, Lady Fluffybutt. See you soon!

The Spice of Life Legacy, Chapter 1

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