Today I took a little break from furniture shopping and getting our electricity provider set up to play the Sims. But you see, this was not to play the Sims just for fun. I had the idea to recreate our new place in this little virtual world, make characters of ourselves, and to experiment with decorating. Because, if you've never played the Sims, it is TOTALLY possible to recreate your own life and living space, and then mess around with it. Which is awesome.
Here in our front lawn, we seem to be discussing vegetables.
So first I recreated our kitchen, which isn't quite this huge, but left an accurate amount of space in this little nook we have back here. I put a little black table there to see what it'd be like with an Ikea breakfast table there.
Unfortunately, this left no room for chairs, because Sim people apparently can't shimmy into a small space. So I took that out, decided we don't have to eat and put in a sweet sound system for dance parties instead.
*UNS UNS UNS UNS UNS*
Moving on! I then made my bedroom, which, in retrospect, looks a little like a prison, and the living room
Which left only one room.... Lauren's.
Now, I have known my roommate for quite some time, and know her tastes in decorating. However... she is not in control of her bedroom in this virtual little world. I am. So, what is a good roommate to do?
Heh heh heh.
Oh yeah. This isn't the real world. This is Sim world, and I am God.
At first, I just filled it up with garden gnomes
but then decided I could get a little more creative with it. So, I transformed it into a pond! Because who doesn't want a pond in their apartment? Nobody, that's who.
Or a zen garden!
How about a gym? Lauren can just sleep on one of the treadmills. I'll even lend her a towel.
Or, you know, she might have a baby one day
Never hurts to be prepared, y'know?
Ok, ok. Time to be serious.
And make the room how she obviously would decorate it herself....
PINK FRILLY GOODNESS!!!
Because Lauren, the communist hipster tomboy, should obviously want to live in something that makes the Barbie dream house look like a tool shed. I am just the best roommate ever. Look, even the lamps are pink. And see? There's a pink teddy bear! I think I'll name him Tiffany.
In the end, all that matters is that you know your roommate. I've made the best room for my best friend, all that she could ever ask for.
And as you can see, my character promptly started writing her theatrical memoir
and Lauren is happy as a clam with her surroundings. See, she's even cuddling Tiffany. And all is well.