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Fans call Roseanne Barr’s living situation a ‘mess’ after she posts a photo of her bed

After deciding to embrace a healthier lifestyle, actress and comedian Roseanne Barr made a significant move to her macadamia nut farm in Hawaii.

She even chose to adopt a more plant-based diet!

The budding farmer has been enjoying her low-key life on the 46-acre property, sharing the experience with her long-time partner, Johnny Argen.

Barr purchased the Hawaiian retreat in 2007 for $1.78 million. Her home spans 2,212 square feet and offers breathtaking 360-degree views of the lush greenery surrounding the estate.

With three bedrooms and three and a half bathrooms, the residence has become a tranquil haven for Barr in her later years.

Amid the serene surroundings, Barr takes joy in bringing her granddaughters to the farm. She once shared a delightful picture of herself and her granddaughters strolling through a vast grass field, capturing a loving moment between grandparent and grandchild.

Fans, while admiring the adorable scene, couldn’t help but comment on the stark contrast between the iconic comedian they know and the grandmother role she now plays.

In a candid glimpse into her life, Barr shared an image of herself peacefully sleeping amidst clothes, boxes, and a laptop. Humorously captioned, “Shop till you drop,” the post drew comments from Instagram users, with one person even suggesting, “Fire your housekeeper!!!!”

Someone else chimed in with, “No, she doesn’t need to fire her housekeeper. It’s her who is making all the mess!! How sad to see her this way!! Very very sad!! Nobody is perfect, I know!! But nobody would like to see her this way. She’s a big star! Yeah, you have a right to have bad days; we all have them, but seriously, to show it like this… no way!! You are way better than that!!”

A third person wrote, “Love Roseanne, but I thought I was looking at a homeless camp addict who passed out.”

Oof… People can be pretty darn rough!

Despite the differing opinions, it’s clear that Roseanne, whether navigating farm life or sharing candid moments, continues to be admired for her authenticity and humor.

What do you think of Roseanne Barr? Let us know in the comments!

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