Alright folks, gotta tell ya about this Kathy Fritz news anchor makeup look I tried yesterday. Saw one of her morning broadcasts and thought, “Dang, I wanna look that sharp!” So, here’s exactly what went down.

What a Hot Mess I Started With
First thing, grabbed my phone. Tapped over to the video clip where Kathy looked extra polished – you know, smooth skin, defined eyes, the whole professional package. Opened my makeup drawer. Looked like a warzone in there. Foundations half empty, mascaras crusty… total disaster zone. Dug around anyway, trying to find stuff that might work. Found my everyday BB cream (hoping it wouldn’t cake!), a basic concealer stick, some cheap powder I bought online ages ago (probably why it sucks), one decent neutral eyeshadow palette, an ancient brown eyeliner pencil needing sharpening, a crusty tube of black mascara, one random blush that’s way too bright, a sticky lipstick, and found the contour stick hiding under some brushes. Tools were even worse: brushes stiff as bricks, a blending sponge kinda grey and questionable. Thought, “Eh, good enough.” Famous last words, right?
Fumbling My Way Through It
Okay, let’s do this. Squeezed way too much BB cream on the back of my hand. Used my fingers to slap that goop all over my face. Messy. Took the sponge – gave it a half-hearted squirt of water – and started pounding it on my skin. Looked streaky. Already annoyed. Grabbed that greasy contour stick. Watched the video again. Kathy has killer cheekbones. Tried drawing lines under my cheekbones like the tutorials show. Ended up looking like weird orange stripes. Swore under my breath. Used the crusty sponge to try rubbing it in. Just turned into muddy patches. Great. Picked up the concealer stick. Dabbed it under my eyes. It settled into every fine line. Fantastic. Took that cheap powder puff, smashed it into the powder box, then hammered it onto my T-zone. Instant cake face. Powder everywhere on my shirt. Looked like a ghost got punched.
Moving to eyes. Stared at my pitiful eyeshadow palette. Picked a sorta light beige shade. Swirled the scratchy brush in it, blew on it (dust cloud!), tapped some off (dust cloud again!), and swept it roughly on my eyelid. Meh. Needed depth. Grabbed a slightly darker brown. Tried putting it in the “outer V”. Harder than Kathy made it look. Ended up with a muddy blob on the side. Tried blending with my finger. Made it worse. Sharpened that crappy brown eyeliner pencil. Tugged hard at my eyelid to get a shaky line on the top. Got one eye mostly done? Couldn’t get the other to match. Gave up. Remembered the crusty mascara. Wiggled the wand out. Globby. Hesitated. Thought, “What could go wrong?” Smear-fest. Lashes stuck together worse than Velcro. Tiny smudge under one eye. Awesome.
Now looking kinda insane. Grabbed that ridiculous bright pink blush. Barely dabbed the brush in it. Tapped, tapped, tapped. Oh god, still too much! Two pink clown circles. Panicked. Smashed the blending sponge onto it. Still bright, but maybe slightly less terrifying? Finally, the lipstick. Felt sticky pulling the cap off. It was bright red. Kathy usually wears pinks? Whatever. Slathered it on. Kinda outside the lines. Shrugged. Figured no one would see me anyway.
How Badly Did I Do?
Leaned into the bathroom mirror. Took a deep breath. I looked… intense. Definitely not smooth like Kathy. Cakey foundation? Check. Blotchy contour? You bet. Clumpy lashes? Oh yeah. Patchy blend job? Absolutely. Bright pink cheeks? Yep. That red lipstick screaming? Loud and clear. My face looked like a confused pizza. But you know what? It actually kinda worked! From across the room? Sorta looked put together. Took some zoomed-out selfies pretending I was broadcasting the weather. Sent one to my sister. She texted back: “What kind of fight were you in?” Rude. But honestly, the look felt powerful, even if it was messy as heck. It wasn’t Kathy-level perfect, but still way better than my usual sad potato face. Learned my lesson: don’t be lazy, wash your tools and throw away expired stuff! Would I do it again? Yeah, maybe. With better brushes next time. Maybe.