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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 TOLD ME I WAS TOO OLD AND PATHETIC WHEN I SHARED A PHOTO FROM MY FIRST DANCE CLASS.
The Dance of Dreams
At 70 years old, I decided to step into a dance studio, my heart fluttering with anticipation. The polished wooden floor seemed to beckon me, whispering promises of grace and rhythm. It was time to fulfill my lifelong dream—to dance.
My daughter, however, had a different perspective. When I shared a photo from my first dance class, she scoffed, “Mom, you look pathetic trying to dance at your age. Just give it up.”
Her words stung, like a sharp needle piercing my fragile bubble of enthusiasm. But I refused to let them deflate my spirit. I had spent decades nurturing her dreams, ensuring she never had to abandon them. Now, it was my turn.
I looked into her eyes, my voice steady, “Sweetheart, I’ve spent a lifetime supporting you. I’ve cheered you on during your piano recitals, soccer games, and college applications. I’ve been your rock, your unwavering cheerleader. But now, as I chase my own dream, you criticize me?”
She shifted uncomfortably, realizing the weight of her words. Perhaps she hadn’t considered the sacrifices I’d made—the dreams I’d tucked away while raising her. The music swirled around us, a gentle waltz, and I took her hand.
“Dancing isn’t just about moving your feet,” I said. “It’s about feeling alive, connecting with the rhythm of life. And age? Well, that’s just a number. My heart still beats to the same tempo as when I was twenty.”
We danced then, awkwardly at first, but with growing confidence. The mirror reflected two generations—one hesitant, the other determined. The studio walls absorbed our laughter, our missteps, and our shared joy.
As the weeks passed, my body ached, but my soul soared. I pirouetted through memories, twirling with the ghosts of forgotten dreams. The other dancers—mostly young and lithe—accepted me into their fold. They admired my tenacity, my refusal to be labeled “pathetic.”
One evening, after class, my daughter approached me. Her eyes were softer, her tone apologetic. “Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t understand. You’re amazing out there.”
I hugged her tightly. “Thank you, sweetheart. But remember, dreams don’t have an expiration date. They’re like music—timeless, waiting for us to step onto the dance floor.”
And so, I continued my dance. The studio became my sanctuary, the music my lifeline. I swayed, leaped, and spun, defying the constraints of age. My daughter watched, sometimes joining me, her steps tentative but willing.
One day, she whispered, “Mom, I want to learn too. Teach me.”
And so, side by side, we waltzed through life—the old and the young, the dreamer and the believer. Our laughter echoed, filling the room, as we chased our dreams together.
In that dance studio, age dissolved, leaving only the rhythm of our hearts—a testament to the resilience of dreams, the power of determination, and the beauty of shared passion.
And as the music played, I realized: It was never too late to dance. 
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