The other day my neighbor told me that she was at the library with her two kids where she was struggling to read to her lovely and patient 3 year old son while trying to control and contain her 15 month old daughter. The librarian looked up from her desk, looked at the baby and said, “You know what she is? She’s a hot mess. You can see it in her eyes.”

And you know what? She is a hot mess—an expression I can’t get enough of. She is this petite, porcelain little thing with dazzling blue eyes and a sly smile that says,  maybe I did and maybe I did!

I would never be described as a hot mess. Now that I think about it,  I’m pretty sure I was a ‘lukewarm sloppy’ at a party I went to Saturday night and then I probably became a ‘drunk mess,’ but I was not a hot mess. I talk way to much to be a hot mess.

But apparently after looking at The Cut’s round up of red carpet looks from The Metropolitan Museum’s Costume Institute Gala last night there are all sorts of ways you can miss the hot mess target. What’s most surprising to me is that all these women have great taste at their disposal and they still can’t hit it, but I guess that’s what makes it all the more delicious.

The eyeshadow just makes her look crazy

The zipper on this jumpsuit has hot mess potential but she is wearing it with as much sex appeal as she would wear a velor sweatsuit.

I'm sure she is a hot mess but there's something about the lighting in this picture that makes her look like more like a scary mess.

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