A few weeks ago I made a mental note to wear my glasses more often so I could look like Tina Fey. I need to grow my hair out too. I can do that. I thought to myself, I'm 34 and I don't have a lot to work with. If I could look sort of like Tina Fey I would be happy. I mean, it's not like I'm shooting for something like this:
I know I can't pull that off. And I'm certainly not aspiring to something like this:
Which is not to say that I didn't spend a few hours on e-bay bidding on a handsewn Catwoman mask for Halloween. It's really for the best that I didn't win it. There's no amount of Shades, Modbe, or Layers that would modestify a Catwoman suit for me. It's not that I'm fat, it's just that I'm shaped like an hourglass that doesn't go in at the middle. I'm cool with that. Besides, Joker is much more my speed. (Wait till you SEE the velvet purple pants and jacket I picked up at DI for my Joker costume. Currently I'm grappling with the painting-my-face-white issue. Once you paint your face white you are kind of all-in for an ugly Halloween. I'm not sure I'm totally ready. My mom, on the other hand, committed years ago with a pump-included inflated fat witch costume. It's really horrifying and I respect her for it.)
And I could never, NEVER hope to be mistaken for this sort of thing:
I'm not exquisite and I don't pretend to be (like by contouring with blush or something). But Tina Fey is attainable, I think. I bet I could get in the ball park. Don't think of it like this:
Think of it like this:
See! I'm halfway there. It's not inconceivable that I could be Tina Fey-ish. And I plan to. What I am grateful for is that she has a new show coming up which is going to make my TinaFeylook extremely popular.