Recently I wrote a guest post for a friend’s blog about poking around in other people’s homes. Ironically enough, a week later, I found myself staying in Melbourne at the home of a different friend, a novelist. I won’t give away my friend the novelist’s details, so for the sake of this story I’ll call her Carly Radd.
Now, Carly is a close friend of mine, but I’d never stayed in her home before. And I knew even before I arrived at her house that I’d have to sneak a quick look in her cupboards. I know it is not the right thing to do, but I do it anyway.
Yes, I am one of those cheeky women (because it’s nearly always women) who look in other people’s closets and bathroom cabinets. I’m not actually searching for something in particular, I just like to see what’s in there. I find that it gives me some information about the resident – their taste in perfume, their favoured cleansing routine, whether they have any nasty skin diseases.
Carly had nothing. Not only can I report that her closets were neat; she didn’t even have bathroom cabinets – at least, not in the bathroom I saw. She had shelves adorned with pretty soaps and neatly arranged face washers and towels folded into interesting shapes. I was crushed.
Not that I’ve ever found anything really interesting on my explorations. My friends’ wardrobes usually contain clothes, and their bathroom cabinets contain aspirin, soap, toothpaste, deodorant, and occasionally some standard issue feminine hygiene products. Either the really good stuff – Valium, Xanax, condoms, lubricant, sex toys and so on – are locked in the bedside chest of drawers, or I have totally boring friends. Like Carly.
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At first I thought, wow that is weird, I never realised that people might be looking around my house and I don't sticky beak when I visit, though if we're all just sitting around I'll often waltz upto the bookshelf to check their taste. Then I remembered when I house sat for a multi-multi millionaire last year. The lady had spilt coffee on her bed the morning she left and asked me if I could change it for her. I was thrilled to be able to check out the bedroom and couldn't help checking out the designer shoe closet before I left. Shame oh shame I actually tried on a pair of her Lanvin stilettos too...
who doesn't love a bit of a snoop?? We are all a bit voyeuristic by nature, everyone needs to stop taking themselves so seriously. its interesting to see how everyone else lives. of course there's a line, im not suggesting going through peoples underwear drawers, but bathroom cupboard? EVERY.SINGLE.TIME!!