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.
I Saw All the Kids Avoiding My Son on Vacation — When I Asked Why, My Heart Broke
Taking my son on vacation felt like a dream come true, but watching the other kids avoid him was a nightmare I didn’t expect. When I confronted them, the truth shattered my heart… and had me marching towards the real culprits: their moms!
Taking my six-year-old son, Jack, on a trip was a dream that I spent years in the making. I’d saved for months to afford a few days at an exclusive seaside resort.
A resort next to the beach | Source: Midjourney
It was the kind of place that boasted private memberships for the well-to-do families who could afford it year-round but also offered guest passes for people like me.
The price wasn’t cheap, but the promise of a pristine beach, a sparkling pool, and endless activities for kids made it worth it. Jack deserved it. As a single mom, I didn’t get many chances to spoil him, and I was determined to make this vacation special.
A woman and her son at a resort lobby | Source: Midjourney
The day we arrived, his eyes went wide. “Mom, look at the pool! It’s so big! And that slide! Can we go swimming right now?”
“Let’s check in and unpack first,” I laughed, walking into the lobby of the hotel area. “But don’t worry, buddy. We’ll have plenty of time to explore everything.”
We reached the receptionist’s desk, and I was smiling like a mad woman. It was such a happy moment that I barely noticed the two ladies standing with their expensive bags and getting help from another attendant.
Two women looking at something in the lobby of a resort | Source: Midjourney
But I should’ve noted how they wrinkled their noses in my direction. It would’ve saved me a lot of trouble… and heartache.
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That afternoon, Jack and I headed to the main pool. It was massive, with cabanas around the edges and a waterslide that twisted down into the shallow end.
The pool of a luxury resort | Source: Midjourney
My boy clutched his new beach ball and immediately spotted a group of kids playing catch in the water.
“Mom, can I go play with them?” he asked eagerly.
“Of course,” I said, smiling as he trotted over.
I watched as he approached the children with his usual confidence. “Hi! Can I play too?”
The kids stopped and stared at him, then glanced at each other. A few whispered, and then, without a word, they turned and swam away.
Kids by the pool | Source: Midjourney
I frowned as Jack returned to me.
“Mom,” he said. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, sweetheart,” I assured him, though I was confused too. “Sometimes kids are just shy. Don’t let it bother you, okay? Maybe try again later.”
He nodded, but I saw that his initial excitement had dwindled.
A sad kid by the pool | Source: Midjourney
Unfortunately, this incident wasn’t isolated. It was a pattern I noticed by the second day. No matter where we went, like the pool, the beach, or even the kids’ club, Jack kept trying to join in, and the other children kept ignoring him.
“Mommy,” he asked that night back in our hotel room, “why don’t they want to play with me? Did I make them mad?”
“You didn’t make anyone mad,” I said, pulling him close. “You’re a wonderful kid, Jack. If they don’t want to play with you, that’s their loss.”
A mother and son talking in a hotel room | Source: Midjourney
But inside, my heart was breaking.
By the third day, I couldn’t take it anymore. Watching Jack’s confidence crumble with each rejection felt unbearable. I could play with him, of course, but I also wanted him to be able to play with kids his age.
So, that afternoon, I spotted the same group of boys by the pool and walked over. I schooled my expression and remained perfectly cheerful.
A woman walking by a pool | Source: Midjourney
“Hi there,” I said, crouching slightly to look less intimidating. “Can I ask you something? Why don’t you want to play with my son? He’s a really nice boy.”
The kids froze and exchanged nervous glances. Finally, one of them who seemed older than the rest, stepped forward shyly.
“Um… it’s not him,” he said, shuffling his feet. “It’s you.”
“Me?” I asked, stunned.
A woman looking surprsied and upset | Source: Midjourney
The boy nodded. “My mom and all the other moms said we’re not supposed to play with him because of you.”
I felt a pit in my stomach. “Why would they say that?”
He hesitated, then blurted, “Because you were on some TV show, a reality show, where people fight and act dramatic. Mom said you thought you were better than everyone else and didn’t follow the rules. And… that you were mean to everyone.”
A woman yelling on a beach with cameras around her | Source: Midjourney
I sighed. It was so hard to believe that part of my past was still coming to haunt me.
“Thank you for telling me,” I said, nodding to the boy. Then, I looked to the left and saw a group of women, looking toward us as they lounged by the pool.
Clearly, those were The Moms. I knew immediately the type of women they were, from their postures to their clothes to their stares. They probably had memberships at this resort and came often.
Elegant women laughing by the pool | Source: Midjourney
They must also feel entitled to control the social life of this place. They certainly had an eye on who their kids played with.
But what’s more, I recognized the way they stared at me. I’d seen it many times before from others who thought they knew me because of a show. So, after saying bye to the kids with a real smile (as this wasn’t their fault), I rose and marched straight to their moms.
“Excuse me,” I said, my voice sharp enough to interrupt their chatter and make them look up from their cocktails.
An angry woman with her hands on her hips by the pool | Source: Midjourney
“Hi,” said one of them, squinting her eyes. She flashed a fake, tight smile, her nose pinched like she was above talking to me.
For some reason, I knew she was the ringleader of this group.
“Hi,” I responded flatly. “I just spoke to the kids. I know what you’ve been gossiping about me, and I need to make one thing clear: you don’t get to punish my son for whatever you think I did years ago.”
A woman pointing a finger by the pool | Source: Midjourney
The Queen Bee’s grin faltered. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Oh, don’t play dumb,” I snapped. “Your kids told me everything. You’ve been telling them not to play with my son because of some ridiculous gossip about a TV show I was on. A show, by the way, that I left because I refused to participate in the drama and fake storylines the producers were pushing.”
TV producers on an island | Source: Midjourney
Another mom shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “Well, it wasn’t just gossip…”
“Yes, it was,” I said, cutting her off. “I stood up for myself and walked away, and if that makes me ‘a diva’ or ‘mean’ in your eyes, so be it.”
The ringleader crossed her arms. “Look, we were just trying to look out for our kids. You wouldn’t understand—”
Women looking upset by the pool | Source: Midjourney
“Oh, I understand perfectly,” I said, my voice rising. “You’re teaching your kids to judge others based on lies or what some show told you to believe. What kind of example is that? At least there’s hope for them because they told me the truth. Now, I can’t push them to play with my kid, but stop lying to them.”
None of the women responded to that, and they all took pains to avoid my eyes.
“Have a good day!” I snapped and stormed off.
A woman by the pool walking away | Source: Midjourney
Later that day, while Jack and I were building sandcastles on the beach, I noticed one of the moms walking toward me. I told my son to go fetch more water, in case she was coming to say something mean.
She hesitated a few feet away from me, as if stalling, and watched Jack run to the sea. But her steps continued after a second.
“Hi,” she said softly.
I looked up, bored. “What do you want?” I asked, not bothering to hide the edge in my voice.
A woman looking up from her spot on a sandy beach | Source: Midjourney
“I… I wanted to say I’m sorry,” she said, rushing her words. “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have judged you or your son. I also shouldn’t have said a thing to my kids. It wasn’t fair.”
I blinked but nodded slowly. “Okay…” I said. “So, you’re the only one who’s sorry?”
She shook her head and raised her hand. “No, no, no! Actually, they all feel the same way. They’re just… embarrassed. So, I came forward to apologize. We already told the children that we were wrong.”
An elegant woman at the beach | Source: Midjourney
I breathed a sigh. “Alright. I appreciate that.”
She smiled brightly, and now that I wasn’t so angry, I thought she looked beautiful, like a classic Hollywood actress.
A second later, I spotted the Queen Bee walking toward us with two other moms in tow. They apologized as well, and their words felt genuine.
I nodded, accepting their remorse, but I wasn’t sure all was clear. After all, my son was still without friends here.
A woman standing by sandcastles | Source: Midjourney
Speaking of Jack… I turned to look for him by the sea and smiled as my heart swelled. The kids had already gathered around him, and suddenly, they broke into a game of tag.
When I turned back to look at the moms, they were also smiling at the children.
A moment later, the classic Hollywood actress linked her arm with mine. “I’m Julie. Do you want to have a drink with us?” she asked eagerly.
And with that, the rest of the vacation was exactly what I envisioned. I had fun with my boy by the pool and by the beach. I even socialized a lot with the moms, although cautiously.
A mother and son running at the beach | Source: Midjourney
Jack had the fun I hoped he would, and that was more than enough to make me forget about the initial hiccup.
What’s more, this trip reminded me more than ever that adults set the example. If we admit our mistakes, apologize, and do better, our kids will notice. They’ll follow suit.
I’m not perfect, but I try to be the best version of myself, so my son strives for the same.
A mother and son on a porch swing | Source: Midjourney
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