“My whole skill as an artist is that I have amazing sensory responses,” says Curtis, who repeatedly pauses his stories to show goosebumps. on his arm. (At one point, she got goosebumps just telling me how often she got them.) Or put another way: “I always feel things,” she says.
At this point, she led me into her kitchen, a marble palace with pops of color including golden pillows in the breakfast nook, a copper lamp hanging above the kitchen table. , a slow-waking vase of pink tulips, and a frame of an orange poster that reads: “NOTE TO YOURSELF: BE CAREFUL, BE PATIENT; BEAUTY.” She baked a lemon pie for us to enjoy, and though she insists she doesn’t brag — “I bake because I’m hungry” — she prides herself on her housework skills.
“I am a hausfrau,” she said, using the ages of her children to calculate that she has lived in the Santa Monica home for 31 years. In a city where the idle rich tend to flip houses like pancakes, that kind of tenure is unusual, though Curtis just shrugged: “I married my first husband, you know what I mean. me?”
Although her parents divorced when she was 3 years old, and her mother was married four times and her father six times, their achievements have not eclipsed Curtis’ belief in the sanctity of marriage: Concepts committed to moving her. At one point, when I told her I was dating someone, Curtis slipped a ring off her finger and gave it to me: “It was easy. COME ON!”
Both daughters’ weddings were held in the home’s oak-lined backyard – most recently in May, when Curtis gave her daughter a Ruby cosplay theme and dressed up as a suit. ship in the video game “World of Warcraft”. After the wedding, Curtis posted a happy photo of the couple on Instagram, along with a photo of herself swing all kinds of tongues that her Michael Myers horror nemesis will eagerly withdraw from its knife block.
“YOU CANNOT UP!” she writes. “The ONLY thing left at the end of this whole BEAUTIFUL wedding, after everything was taken away, was the F-ing DOLL Knife with which they cut the wedding cake with tiramisu!”
