There is a scene in Father of the Bride in which Steve Martin's character, George Banks, paws through someone else's bathroom cabinet. You may find this a deplorable invasion of privacy, but I find it very relatable indeed. Don't get me wrong, unlike Banks, I'm not trying to unearth any scandalous secrets; if I'm snooping, it's because I'm on the hunt for beauty recommendations.
Other people's bathrooms/bedrooms/make-up tables are where you find the things they really rely on, you see; they're home to the cream that works so well their skin looks preternaturally glowing; the hairspray that gives them that tousled, fluffy mane you've always admired; the eyeliner that always smudges just so.
