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It’s difficult to keep up with the Kardashians, but one designer rose to the occasion by completely renovating Kris Jenner’s six-bedroom, eight-bathroom Hidden Hills, California home. Interior designer Jeff Andrews, who has built the homes of Kourtney, Khloe, and most recently, Kylie, brought Jenner’s concept of a chic yet sophisticated family base camp to life. Andrews’ work is dripping with old Hollywood elegance and richly sumptuous decor. Andrews created what Jenner refers to as “livable glamour,” which allowed her ideal house to become a reality.
Is it true that one house can fit all? The Kardashian-Jenner residence was intended to be a family gathering place, as they have six children and four (soon to be five!) grandkids. “Kris is a fantastic chef, and having a large family meant that the kitchen needed to be both aesthetically pleasing and functional for entertaining,” adds Andrews.The Kardashian-Jenner home is ideal for opulent living, from the glistening crystal chandeliers over the formal dining table to the master bathtub where everything glamorous and beautiful happens.View Photos of Kris Jenner’s House in the Hidden Hills
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This spectacular entrance is just another example of how the creator of the reality TV series Keeping Up with the Kardashians never fails to create an impression. Sophisticated Hollywood elegance is exuded by the vintage modern chandelier, multiple staircases, and a black and white checkered floor.
In her family-style kitchen, Jenner prepares classic Kardashian-Jenner family recipes from her cookbook In the Kitchen with Kris ($22; amazon.com). Dedicated to providing food for her expanding family consisting of children, grandchildren, friends, and even her ex-partners, the kitchen features numerous islands and ample countertop space ideal for large gatherings.
The perfect hostess, Jenner added her own unique touches to her dining table. Andrews explains, “Kris had several chandeliers strewn all over the house, so I grouped three of my favorites above the dining table in a subtle, glamorous way.”
According to Andrews, “livability is, to me, having rooms that are loved, used, and visually appealing, but also rooms that you want to be in.” We would love to spend time in the Kardashian-Jenner home’s living room, which has luxurious furnishings and a huge antique fireplace!
Being a “momager” has its challenges, so this working mother manages her time well with her chic workspace. “Her office needed to be both functional and a reflection of her personality because she uses it every day for meetings and as her personal space,” adds Andrews.
A high-class closet is necessary for a high-profile lifestyle. Jenner’s wardrobe boasts a mirrored center island, patterned ceiling, and specific storage shelves with a Birkin to match every blazer—it has plenty space to hold more shoes than we could ever want.
With a focus on a limited color scheme that includes black, white, gray, and a dash of neutral and metallic colors, Andrews claims that “everything works together in harmony.” The main bedroom exudes sophisticated glamor, adorned with cashmere, rich wools, and silk. “Kris enjoys opulent, incredibly tactile, and well-made items,” he continues. “Her house exudes her personality everywhere.”
Jenner has a cosmetics, clothing, and glam area in her master bathroom. The master bathroom, one of the main focus areas for the renovation, strikes a mix between style and utility.
Although even the busiest families find time to unwind, Jenner’s garden is well-known for much more. Jenner’s patio was designed to entertain, as seen by her 58th birthday celebration held there and her yearly, lavish Christmas party.
My Daughter-in-Law Tossed My Belongings Out After Finding Out She Inherited the House, but Karma Came for Her That Very Day
The finality hit me when I turned to leave.
Dad was truly gone. I tightened my grip on the box as if holding onto it could somehow keep him with me. When I reached my car, silent tears were slipping down my cheeks.
I sat in the car and cried until my tears ran out. My phone beeped and rang several times, but it was just Matt. He was probably worried about me, but some grief you have to wade through alone.
The last thing I expected to find when I arrived home was my whole life strewn across the front lawn like some kind of unholy estate sale.
The wind picked up, scattering the memories I’d so carefully packed into boxes and hauled down from the attic.
Mom’s old recipes, her china, the worn plaid quilt Dad used to nap under, and all his books — it all lay out in the open, unprotected, as if they meant nothing. I stumbled out of my car, heart pounding.
“What in God’s name…” I muttered, my voice swallowed by the wind.
“Oh, good. You’re finally back. I was getting tired of waiting.”
There, perched on my patio furniture with her designer sunglasses and her too-bright lipstick, was Jessica. My daughter-in-law didn’t even glance up from her phone. She took a leisurely sip from her coffee, and her lips curved in a barely restrained smirk.
“Jessica… What is all this?” My eyes swept over the chaos, disbelief clamping down on my chest. “What are you doing?”
She glanced up, lowering her sunglasses just enough for me to see the disdain in her eyes. She waved a manicured hand dismissively.
“I’m doing what’s necessary. This is my home now, after all.”
A cold knot twisted in my stomach. “Your home? What are you talking about?”
“Looks like you should’ve attended the will reading.” Jessica held up a crisp piece of paper, and there was my father’s signature, clear as day, at the bottom. “Guess your dad knew who deserved it most, huh?”
I swayed, gripping the car door for support. “That’s impossible. Dad would never—”
“Oh, but he did.” She smirked, casually inspecting her perfect manicure.
“Signed, sealed, delivered. The house is mine now.” She leaned in close, her perfume, a cloying, artificial scent, invading my space. “I think it’s time you moved on, Hattie.”
A truck rumbled into the driveway, and my son, Matt, climbed out, his face twisting as he took in the scene. His boots crunched over the gravel as he approached, confusion deepening the crease between his brows.
“What the heck, Jess? First you run out of the lawyer’s office, and now you send me this weird text? What’s going on?” he asked, glancing from me to Jessica, his jaw tight.
She stretched, standing at last, looking smug and at ease in her towering heels. It made my skin crawl. “Like I said, I’m making some necessary changes, honey. And actually, there’s more you should know.”
Matt’s expression hardened with a flash of something I hadn’t seen before. “More than you throwing my mother’s belongings all over the yard?”
“Much more!” Jessica’s laugh was harsh. “I want a divorce.”
The word hung in the air like the final nail in a coffin. Matt’s mouth opened, then closed as he struggled to process. “What? You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am.” Her voice was dripping with disdain. “I’ve spent enough years suffocating in this house, being made to feel like I don’t fit in, like I’m not good enough!” She gestured at the house with a sweep of her arm. “I need a fresh start.”
“You have no right—” I started, but she cut me off with a scornful wave.
“Oh, save it, Hattie. You never wanted me in this family. You looked down on me right from the start, judging me just because I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon. Well, now I’m finally getting what I deserve out of you people.”
Matt’s face shifted from bewilderment to anger, his fists clenched. “Everything my family said about you is true,” he said, voice low and trembling. “You really are a covetous witch.”
Jessica’s veneer cracked.
“And you’re a spineless mama’s boy!” she snapped. “Always running to her defense, always putting her first.” She sneered, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at him. “It’s pathetic. You’re just as small-minded as she is.”
“Don’t you dare talk about my son that way!” My voice cut through the silence, sharper than I’d intended.
“I’ll do whatever I want, Hattie.” Jessica set her hands on her hips, her expression smug. “And there’s nothing either of you can do about it.”
“In fact,” Jessica continued. “The two of you had best hurry and clear your stuff off MY lawn, before I call the cops and have them arrest you both.”
“Are you out of your mind?” Matt yelled.
I numbly looked on as Matt confronted Jessica. None of this made sense! Dad hadn’t even liked Jessica! My hands shook as I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed Dad’s lawyer.
His voice was a balm, calm and reassuring. “Hattie? I was just about to call you.”
“… really believed I liked you?” Jessica yelled in the background. “You were just a means to an end, a way for me to leave my old neighborhood behind. Now I have the house, I don’t need you anymore!”
“Please,” I whispered to the lawyer. “Tell me she’s lying. There’s no way Dad left his home to Jessica.”
There was a pause, then a warm chuckle.
“You’re right. Your father didn’t leave her the house. It was all a test to get her to show her true colors.”
“A…test?” Relief rushed through me, and I started laughing, tears gathering in my eyes. It was the kind of laugh that came from somewhere deep, a laugh that surprised even me.
Jessica’s face twisted, her confidence faltering. “What are you laughing at?”
“Oh, Jessica,” I managed, still shaking. “You really should have waited for the real will reading.”
“What?”
I let the satisfaction roll through me as I explained. “Dad never left you the house. It was fake — a test to get you to show your true character.”
Matt turned to Jessica, his face a storm of emotions. “Looks like Grandpa’s plan worked.”
Jessica’s eyes widened. She glanced between Matt and me as the realization of what she’d done sunk in. Her confident facade crumbled, her voice turning desperate as she scrambled to save face.
“Matt — baby, please.” She reached out, but he recoiled, the finality in his eyes unmistakable.
“I swear, I never meant it!” She pleaded. “I was just…upset, frustrated. You know I love you!”
He shook his head. “Save it. You want a divorce? You’ve got one.”
As Jessica stomped off the property, her heels sinking with each step, I felt an odd peace settle over me. Dad’s wisdom lived on, a quiet, guiding presence.
Matt and I gathered the remnants of my life from the grass, and I couldn’t help thinking that sometimes the real inheritance isn’t in a house — it’s in the lessons of who truly deserves to be in your life.
Dad would have been proud.
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