Celebrity Canadian-born Pamela Anderson, who over the past ten years has gone from glam to charmingly ordinary, gave fans a glimpse into her newly constructed rustic home, which is a reflection of her love of the great outdoors.
Currently in her late 50s, the Baywatch sex icon—who was previously well-known for her exploits with her rock star ex-husband—enjoys the rustic beauty of Western Canada on the property that her grandparents formerly owned.
Following her return to “her safe place,” fans are ecstatic to see the once-wild woman “living simply,” but they are shocked to learn the modest diva does her own laundry.
Continue reading to learn more about the stunning Pam Anderson in her natural environment!
After years of leading a busy lifestyle, Pamela Anderson, the star of the popular television show Baywatch, recently underwent a major makeover and redefined herself as a natural beauty.
In 2023, Anderson, 56, disproved the long-held reputation of her as a sex symbol by attending Paris Fashion Week sans makeup.
The stunning model and actor looked stunning on the red carpet in an all-white ensemble that had wide-leg leggings, a cream-colored blazer draped over her shoulders, and a loose-fitting blouse. The outfit was finished with tiny silver stud earrings, and her hair was pulled back into a short ponytail to highlight her inherent beauty.
Anderson claims in an interview with Allure that her appearance was a fiction about who she truly is.
If my name is taken out of context, it can convey a negative impression. I like to refer to these outfits I wore from Playboy to Baywatch as my “Halloween costumes.” I just feel like it’s alright now that I’ve found my place of self-acceptance and self-love. “What I’m into today is an intentional choice,” says Anderson.
But there were several changes to her appearance.
Canadian female
After being married to rock icons Tommy Lee, Kid Rock, and the drummer for Mötley Crüe in the past, Anderson moved back to her home country of Canada a few years ago from the hustle and bustle of Hollywood.
While there, Anderson—a vegan and PETA representative—renovated the charming seaside cottage on Vancouver Island that she had purchased from her grandparents more than thirty years before.
“It celebrates the magic of scenic settings where nature always has a proud seat at the table,” writes Anderson on Instagram.
This six-acre property, which sits on the strait separating the island from the mainland of British Columbia, is where she spent her formative years.
One of the nine wooden huts her grandpa had constructed on the land many years ago belonged to her parents; the other eight had been demolished.
“The Little Mermaid Castle”
Anderson, who portrayed the Tool Time Girl in the sitcom Home Improvement in the 1990s, had high standards for the rustic and “sexy” repairs she wanted to make to her own home: “I’m craving something wild, sensual, and insane! I am a mermaid, and here is my mermaid castle.
The property has undergone a “cheap and cheerful makeover,” resulting in sweeping gardens and a barn, which are indicative of her love of the great outdoors and carefree attitude.
With a pavilion added on the old pier, the actor was able to dine al fresco while taking in views of the shimmering lake. Today, the boathouse serves as a lakefront home.
“Laundry is life.”
While renovations were being done, Anderson moved into The Roadhouse, a former little shop used by guests staying in the vacation cabins.
The woman, who says that doing laundry is her “happy place” and “life,” was made to choose setting up a laundry room over continuing her “self-care ritual.”
Anderson declares, “It has to be done, might as well make it fun,” in an Instagram promotional video. I see it as an opportunity to sort of withdraw and take some alone time. It is reflective.
Fans had a lot to say after Anderson revealed their true feelings: “I thought I was the only one who enjoyed to wash laundry! Hanging the sheets on the line is heaven on a bright sunny day when you hop in bed!
In reaction to the video of her looking almost angelic in all white, another writes: “She is one of the very few women who makes me feel at peace while perusing social media.I love her fashion sense.
“A sweet spirit”
Based on comments posted on her social media sites, it appears that fans love her even more now than they did when she debuted on television almost 35 years ago.
“At fifty-three, I still feel like the woman we all wanted me to be at twenty-five.” “GORGEOUS soul,” a fan declares.
“You’re quite beautiful! “I admire you for bringing your innate beauty and self-love to the mainstream and showcasing them,” adds another.
A third remarks about Anderson’s property and says, “Good for her.” Right there, with granny. Is there love for you to experience?
Another remarks, “Beautiful…She deserves to be happy in every way.She went back home to her safe sanctuary.
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I Was Looking At a Photo of My Late Wife and Me When Something Fell Out of the Frame and Made Me Go Pale
The day I buried Emily, all I had left were our photos and memories. But when something slipped from behind our engagement picture that night, my hands started shaking. What I discovered made me question if I’d ever really known my wife at all.
The funeral home had tied a black ribbon on our front door. I stared at it, my key suspended in the lock, wondering who’d thought that was necessary.
A black ribbon attached to a doorknob | Source: Midjourney
As if the neighbors didn’t already know that I’d been at the cemetery all afternoon, watching them lower my wife into the ground while Rev. Matthews talked about angels and eternal rest.
My hands shook as I finally got the door open. The house smelled wrong — like leather polish and sympathy casseroles.
Emily’s sister Jane had “helped” by cleaning while I was at the hospital during those final days. Now everything gleamed with an artificial brightness that made my teeth hurt.
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“Home sweet home, right, Em?” I called out automatically, then caught myself. The silence that answered felt like a physical blow.
I loosened my tie, the blue one Emily had bought me last Christmas, and kicked off my dress shoes. They hit the wall with dull thuds.
Emily would have scolded me for that, pressing her lips together in the way she had, trying not to smile while she lectured me about scuff marks.
A heartbroken man looking down | Source: Midjourney
“Sorry, honey,” I muttered, but I left the shoes where they lay.
Our bedroom was worse than the rest of the house. Jane had changed the sheets — probably trying to be kind — but the fresh linen smell just emphasized that Emily’s scent was gone.
The bed was made with hospital corners, every wrinkle smoothed away, erasing the casual mess that had been our life together.
“This isn’t real,” I said to the empty room. “This can’t be real.”
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But it was. The sympathy cards on the dresser proved it, as did the pills on the nightstand that hadn’t been enough to save her in the end.
It had all happened so suddenly. Em got sick last year, but she fought it. Chemotherapy took an immense toll on her, but I was there to support her every step of the way. The cancer eventually went into remission.
We thought we’d won. Then a check-up showed it was back, and it was everywhere.
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Em fought like a puma right up until the end, but… but it was a losing battle. I could see that now.
I fell onto her side of the bed, not bothering to change out of my funeral clothes. The mattress didn’t even hold her shape anymore. Had Jane flipped it? The thought made me irrationally angry.
“Fifteen years,” I whispered into Emily’s pillow. “Fifteen years, and this is how it ends? A ribbon on the door and casseroles in the fridge?”
A heartbroken man | Source: Midjourney
My eyes landed on our engagement photo, the silver frame catching the late afternoon light. Emily looked so alive in it, her yellow sundress bright against the summer sky, her laugh caught mid-burst as I spun her around.
I grabbed it, needing to be closer to that moment and the joy we both felt then.
“Remember that day, Em? You said the camera would capture our souls. Said that’s why you hated having your picture taken, because—”
My fingers caught on something behind the frame.
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There was a bump under the backing that shouldn’t have been there.
I traced it again, frowning. Without really thinking about what I was doing, I pried the backing loose. Something slipped out, floating to the carpet like a fallen leaf.
My heart stopped.
It was another photograph, old and slightly curved as if it had been handled often before being hidden away.
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In the photo, Emily (God, she looked so young) was sitting in a hospital bed, cradling a newborn wrapped in a pink blanket.
Her face was different than I’d ever seen it: exhausted, and scared, but with a fierce love that took my breath away.
I couldn’t understand what I was looking at. Although we tried, Emily and I were never able to have kids, so whose baby was this?
A confused man | Source: Midjourney
With trembling fingers, I turned the photo over. Emily’s handwriting, but shakier than I knew it: “Mama will always love you.”
Below that was a phone number.
“What?” The word came out as a croak. “Emily, what is this?”
There was only one way to find out.
A thoughtful man | Source: Midjourney
The phone felt heavy in my hand as I dialed, not caring that it was nearly midnight. Each ring echoed in my head like a church bell.
“Hello?” A woman answered, her voice warm but cautious.
“I’m sorry for calling so late.” My voice sounded strange to my ears. “My name is James. I… I just found a photograph of my wife Emily with a baby, and this number…”
The silence stretched so long I thought she’d hung up.
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“Oh,” she finally said, so softly I almost missed it. “Oh, James. I’ve been waiting for this call for years. It’s been ages since Emily got in touch.”
“Emily died.” The words tasted like ashes. “The funeral was today.”
“I’m so sorry.” Her voice cracked with genuine grief. “I’m Sarah. I… I adopted Emily’s daughter, Lily.”
The room tilted sideways. I gripped the edge of the bed. “Daughter?”
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“She was nineteen,” Sarah explained gently. “A freshman in college. She knew she couldn’t give the baby the life she deserved. It was the hardest decision she ever made.”
“We tried for years to have children,” I said, anger suddenly blazing through my grief. “Years of treatments, specialists, disappointments. She never said a word about having a baby before me. Never.”
“She was terrified,” Sarah said. “Terrified you’d judge her, terrified you’d leave. She loved you so much, James. Sometimes love makes us do impossible things.”
A man on a phone call | Source: Midjourney
I closed my eyes, remembering her tears during fertility treatments, and how she’d grip my hand too tight whenever we passed playgrounds.
I’d assumed it was because we were both so desperate to have a child, but now I wondered how much of that came from longing for the daughter she gave up.
“Tell me about her,” I heard myself say. “Tell me about Lily.”
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Sarah’s voice brightened. “She’s twenty-five now. A kindergarten teacher, if you can believe it. She has Emily’s laugh, her way with people. She’s always known she was adopted, and she knows about Emily. Would… would you like to meet her?”
“Of course!” I replied.
The next morning, I sat in a corner booth at a café, too nervous to touch my coffee. The bell above the door chimed, and I looked up.
It was like being punched in the chest.
A man in a coffeeshop | Source: Midjourney
She had Emily’s eyes and her smile. She even tucked her hair behind her ear like Em would’ve as she scanned the room. When our gazes met, we both knew.
“James?” Her voice wavered.
I stood, nearly knocking over my chair. “Lily.”
She rushed forward, wrapping her arms around me like she’d been waiting her whole life to do it. I held her close, breathing in the scent of her shampoo — lavender, just like Emily’s had been.
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“I can’t believe you’re here,” she whispered against my shoulder. “When Mom called this morning… I’ve always wondered about you, about what kind of man my mother married.”
We spent hours talking. She showed me pictures on her phone of her college graduation, her first classroom, and her cat. I told her stories about Emily, our life together, and the woman her mother became.
“She used to send Mom birthday cards for me every year,” Lily revealed, wiping tears from her eyes.
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“We never spoke, but Mom told me she used to call now and then to ask how I was doing.”
Looking at this beautiful, brilliant young woman who had Emily’s kindness shining in her eyes, I began to understand Emily’s secret differently.
It wasn’t just shame or fear that had kept her quiet. She’d been protecting Lily by letting her have a safe, stable life with Sarah. It must have hurt Em deeply to keep this secret, but she’d done it out of love for her child.
A thoughtful man | Source: Midjourney
“I wish I’d known sooner,” I said, reaching for Lily’s hand. “But I think I understand why she never told me. I’m so sorry you can’t get to know her, but I want you to know, I’ll always be here for you, okay?”
Lily squeezed my fingers. “Do you think… could we maybe do this again? Get to know each other better?”
“I’d like that,” I said, feeling something warm bloom in my chest for the first time since Emily’s death. “I’d like that very much.”
A man smiling in a coffeeshop | Source: Midjourney
That night, I placed the hidden photo next to our engagement picture on the nightstand.
Emily smiled at me from both frames — young and old, before and after, always with love in her eyes. I touched her face through the glass.
“You did good, Em,” I whispered. “You did real good. And I promise you, I’ll do right by her. By both of you.”
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