Millionaires are Jamie Lee Curtis and her spouse Christopher Guest. However, for the past 30 years, the famous couple has made the decision to reside in the same stunning home.
In December 2022, Jamie Lee Curtis and Christopher Guest celebrated their 38th wedding anniversary. Throughout their marriage, they have resided in the same home. Annie and Ruby, their children, grew up in the beautiful house.
Jamie Lee Curtis is a Hollywood royalty, descended from actor Tony Curtis and actress Janet Leigh. She developed a prosperous acting career by following in their footsteps and starring in beloved films like “Halloween” and “Freaky Friday.”
Curtis has received recognition for her exceptional acting abilities throughout her career. She was previously nominated for a Golden Globe for the sitcom “Anything But Love.” She was raised in Los Angeles, first as an adult and subsequently with her parents.
Curtis is one of the few well-known writers who has won over critics and book lovers in addition to her acting profession. She became well-known for writing children’s books when she released “When I Was Little: A Four-Year-Old’s Memoir of Her Youth” in 1993.
Books that her kids inspired
Actor-Filmmaker Christopher Guest is credited by Curtis with inspiring her two children. The basis for her second novel, “Tell Me Again About The Night I Was Born,” which was released in 1996, came from the adoption of their oldest child, Annie.
She co-wrote the New York Times best-selling book “Today I Feel Silly and Other Moods That Make My Day” two years later. She wrote “Is There Really a Human Race?” in 2006, drawing inspiration from Ruby, her adoptive daughter.
HER MATERNITY WITH CHRISTIPH GUEST
Since 1984, Curtis and her spouse have been joined in marriage. She has expressed her gratitude to the man countless times, and she is thrilled to spend the rest of her life with him. On their 36th anniversary of marriage, she wrote:
“My hand is in his.” Both then and now. Our children, families, and friends were the connections in our emotional chain, guiding us through both success and failure.
Curtis previously talked candidly about the instant she realized she would marry Guest. The actress made it real when she saw his photo in a Rolling Stone publication in 1984, right before the premiere of “This Is Spinal Tap.”
The actress claimed that she gestured to a picture of Guest sporting a plaid shirt. She pointed at him and informed her companion that she would marry that man even though she had never seen him before.
Curtis decided to take a chance and called Guest’s agent the very following day. If Guest was interested, she asked him to phone her and gave him his number.
Sadly, he never phoned, and she continued living her life and dating other men. She drove to Hugo’s restaurant in West Hollywood after they broke up. She looked up there and noticed Guest three tables away.
She waved back to Guest when he had finished waving. He raised his hand and gave a shrug as he stood up to go. He phoned her the very next day, and they went on their first date a few days later.
After a few months, Guest took a plane to New York City to record “Saturday Night Live” for a whole year. They were totally enamored with one another at the time, and they haven’t looked back.
The 1920s Spanish Colonial Revival house that Curtis entered in 1992 would end up being her first residence. Regarding the interior design of the home, the actress said, “There’s not one piece that I didn’t go out and buy or that I can’t tell you a story about,” acknowledging that at the time she thought she could make any place beautiful.
For Guest, however, it was not. Curtis revealed that he would frequently display disdain in his facial expressions when house hunting. But he was different for this particular property.
He began examining the eucalyptus trees around the house and its terracotta roof tiles before concluding that they ought to buy it. He would subsequently say that the home’s park-like environment had pleased him.
Despite being built in 1929, the house had not been modified when the previous owners moved in. As a result, they enlisted Jan McFarland Cox’s assistance to revitalize the house, which is now light and spacious.
The house is filled with traces of Curtis’s two children. She combined aspects of a more modern zen design with those of an ancient traditional Mediterranean home.
Curtis and Guest’s belief that fusing old and new is an integral part of who they are is reflected in the home. The home serves as an inspiration for the children’s book author to produce works of art.
The couple worked with architect Michael B. Lehrer and his wife Mia on renovations and landscape design while they were renovating the home before moving in. Before remodeling the master bedroom and bathroom, they started on adding bedrooms for their kids.
After remodeling the basement level, Lehrer opened up the kitchen to create a family area—a location that Curtis refers to as “the emotional center of the house.” She asked Cox to design interiors that highlighted the Mediterranean roots of the home.
Curtis and Guest are positive that they have brought happiness into the house. “I think it’s like anything: it’s a work in progress,” a guest once said. This house will continue to exist.
It’s true that Curtis uses wall art, hanging fabric dividers, and kitchen towels to hang inspirational sayings to keep the home lively. Timeless hardwood furnishings that maintain the Mediterranean aesthetic perfectly complement their home’s light and airy ambiance.
Curtis and Guest created a devoted household, but they also shared a profound understanding of what it meant to be “home” with one another. When I pull up and see that you are home, I feel protected, the actress once wrote a song for her husband.
She feels that the song’s words, despite their simplicity, perfectly capture what it means to be in a long marriage. She values the security that comes from knowing her spouse is home and that she is not by herself.
Now that they are empty nesters, Curtis and Guest take solace in their time spent together. Their daughter Ruby changed from her prior identity as Thomas, and their oldest daughter Annie is now married.
At the age of 25, Ruby, the second of Curtis’s two children with Guest, made the decision to transition. With Ruby teaching her to reject the notion that gender is fixed, Curtis is ecstatic for her children.
Ruby married in 2022 in the same manner that Annie is already married. Curtis was pleased to announce that she presided over her daughter’s wedding.
My Brother Kicked Our Grandma out Because She Had No Money Left – She Taught Him a Lesson He Will Never Forget
When my brother Paul kicked Grandma Eleanor out for not contributing financially, I took her in, driven by love and loyalty. As she rebuilt her life and found unexpected success, Paul’s regret surfaced, but I wondered if it would be enough to mend our broken bonds.
“Rachel, I can’t keep doing this,” Paul said, slamming his cup down on the table. “She’s costing too much.”
“Paul, she’s our grandmother. She raised us, remember?” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. I could see the tension in his jaw, the frustration in his eyes.
“That was then. Things are different now,” he said, crossing his arms. “She doesn’t bring anything to the table anymore. She just sits there, painting and wasting time.”
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“Those paintings mean something to her,” I said. “And they could mean something to us if we let them.”
Paul scoffed. “Sentimental nonsense. I need to think about the future, Rachel. We can’t afford dead weight.”
I felt a lump form in my throat. “Paul, it’s not about what she can give us now. It’s about what she’s already given.”
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He stood up, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I’ve got a family to think about. Expenses are through the roof. If she can’t contribute, I don’t see why we should carry the load.”
“Because she’s family. She’s more than family; this is Grandma Eleanor we’re talking about,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Weeks passed, and Paul’s demeanor only grew colder. Grandma Eleanor tried to hide the hurt, but I could see it in her eyes, the way she clutched her paintbrushes like lifelines.
My kids adored her, always sitting by her side as she painted, their laughter filling the house with a warmth Paul’s home had long since lost.
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One evening, Paul called me. “Rachel, it’s time she moves out. I can’t do this anymore.”
I felt my heart sink. “Where will she go?”
“She can stay with you,” he said bluntly. “You seem to care so much.”
I agreed, but the conversation left a bitter taste in my mouth. I couldn’t understand how Paul had become so heartless. I prepared the spare room, knowing Grandma would need a space that felt like home, a place where she could paint without feeling like a burden.
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When I broke the news to Eleanor, she smiled softly, though I saw the tears glistening in her eyes. “Thank you, Rachel. You’ve always had a kind heart.”
“Grandma, you don’t need to thank me. This is your home too,” I said, hugging her tightly.
The move was quick. Paul didn’t even help. He watched from the doorway as we packed up her few belongings. “You’re doing the right thing,” he said, almost to convince himself.
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I drove her to my house, the silence heavy between us. As we pulled into the driveway, she reached over and squeezed my hand. “I’ll be okay, Rachel.”
Inside, my kids greeted her with open arms. “Great-Grandma, show us how to paint like you!” they exclaimed, pulling her into the living room where her easel was already set up.
Eleanor smiled, the first genuine smile I’d seen in weeks. “Of course, darlings. Let’s create something beautiful.”
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The days passed, and Eleanor began to rediscover her passion for painting. My kids were her biggest fans, always eager to see her latest work. “You’ve got a real gift, Grandma,” I told her one afternoon, admiring a vibrant landscape she’d just finished.
“Thank you, Rachel. I’d almost forgotten how much I loved this,” she replied, her eyes shining with a renewed sense of purpose.
With the kids’ encouragement, she started sharing her artwork online. I helped her set up a social media account, and soon, her unique style and heartfelt stories behind each piece began to attract attention. Comments poured in, praising her talent and resilience.
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One evening, she received a message from a local art gallery. “Rachel, look at this,” she said, her hands trembling with excitement. “They want to give me a solo exhibition!”
I hugged her tightly. “That’s amazing, Grandma! You deserve this.”
The weeks leading up to the exhibition were a flurry of activity. Eleanor worked tirelessly, creating new pieces and preparing for the big day. My kids helped with everything, from selecting frames to writing descriptions for each painting.
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The night of the exhibition arrived, and the gallery buzzed with excitement. People admired her work, and almost every painting sold. She even received several commissions, securing her financial independence.
Eleanor stood before the crowd, her voice steady and strong. “Thank you all for believing in me,” she said, tears of joy streaming down her face.
Word of her success reached Paul, and a few days later, he showed up at my doorstep. “Rachel, can we talk?” he asked, his tone uncharacteristically soft.
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“Paul, what do you want?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“I made a mistake,” he admitted, looking down. “I shouldn’t have kicked her out. I see that now.”
Eleanor stepped forward, her eyes piercing through him. “It’s a little late for that, Paul,” she said, her voice firm. “You showed your true colors when you turned your back on family.”
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He shifted uncomfortably. “I want to make it right, Grandma. Please.”
She shook her head, eyes narrowing. “No, Paul. You only want to make things right because you see my success now. Where was this concern when I needed a home, when all I had was my art and my memories?”
“I was wrong,” he said, his voice breaking. “I see that now. I’ve lost so much because of my actions.”
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“You lost our respect,” she said. “And that’s something you can’t buy back with apologies or money. Family is about love and support, not about what you can get from them.”
Paul looked devastated. “Please, give me a chance to make amends,” he pleaded.
Eleanor stood firm, her renewed strength evident in her posture. “You need to learn what it means to truly value someone for who they are, not what they can provide financially. Until then, I have nothing more to say to you.”
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Paul hung his head, realizing the full weight of his actions. “I understand,” he whispered before turning away, a broken man.
As Paul left, Eleanor turned to me, her eyes filled with resolve. “Rachel, I’m grateful for you and the kids. You’ve shown me what true family means.”
We hugged, and I felt a sense of peace knowing she was finally where she belonged, surrounded by love and support.
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Eleanor’s art continued to flourish. Her story of resilience and dignity spread through the community, inspiring many. People came to her exhibitions not just to see her paintings, but to hear her story, and to learn about the woman who found strength in the face of adversity.
One evening, as we sat in the living room, the kids at her feet, eagerly painting, I reflected on everything that had happened. “Grandma, your strength has changed us all,” I said. “You’ve taught us what it means to stand up for yourself and to cherish the people who truly matter.”
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She smiled, her eyes twinkling with pride. “It’s never too late to find your strength, Rachel. And it’s never too late to teach others the true essence of family.”
Paul, meanwhile, was left to grapple with his own failings. He watched from afar as Eleanor’s life blossomed without him. It was a harsh lesson, but one he needed to learn. His materialism had cost him dearly, a reminder that true wealth is found in the love and respect of those who matter most.
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