Listen up, darlings—Ms. Rizzlerina is here to spill the real estate tea hotter than a Malibu summer, and trust me, you won’t need rose-colored glasses to fall in love with this view.
It’s not every day that a rock-and-roll royal’s former abode hits the market—but today? Oh, today we are basking in the sandy sparkle of Stevie Nicks’ ethereal, ocean-kissed palace. Yes, sugarplums, Stevie *Freakin’* Nicks—the mystical priestess of Fleetwood Mac whose voice sounds like velvet dipped in moonlight—once called this beachfront haven her own, and now it can be yours for a breezy $3.9 million.
Cue the wind chimes and a dramatic hair toss.
Located in the dreamy heart of Paradise Cove, this Southern California stunner radiates the kind of boho-luxe vibes that scream “Gypsy” chic meets coastal queen. With three bedrooms, three bathrooms, and panoramic views more intoxicating than a backstage pass to a ‘70s rock tour, this oceanside oasis has Ms. Rizz ready to trade her heels for barefoot moon-dancing.
Let’s paint a picture, shall we?
Sliding glass doors open to an expansive patio where the sea whispers secrets into your morning coffee. Inside, the open-concept living space is drenched in sunlight—and I’m talking “gold-dust-woman-glow” sunlight, not that dim kind you find in a downtown loft. Each room is touched with earthy elegance and soft luxe—a palette that makes it clear this was once home to a gilded goddess with a tambourine in one hand and an incense stick in the other.
And let’s chat location, honeys. This isn’t just any slice of Malibu magic—this is beach royalty territory. Think morning meditations by the tide, afternoon dips in turquoise waves, and star-gazing nights soundtracked by the lullaby of the Pacific. If your Pinterest board is mood-lit with crystals, driftwood chandeliers, and linen robes, then break out the sage, babe, because this home is a whole vibe.
Now, while Stevie may have long floated down her own white-laced path, her enchanting essence still lingers in every corner of this home. You can practically hear “Landslide” echoing softly in the hallway—and rumor has it, the moon hangs a little closer to the ocean in this particular zip code. Coincidence? Ms. Rizz doesn’t think so.
So, for those who’ve ever wanted to live like a legend, sip sangria where Nicks might’ve penned a lyric, or twirl dramatically in chiffon while the ocean breeze provides a backup harmony—HERE. IS. YOUR. MOMENT.
And for the record, this isn’t just a house… it’s a lifestyle, darling. One wrapped in mystique, moonlight, and just a touch of rockstar rebellion.
Take a look at the full listing and pictures—but warning, darlings: one glimpse and you’ll be manifesting a windfall faster than Stevie can cast a spell. ✨
Stay fabulous, and let the gossip roll—
Ms. Rizzlerina
