do what you love. love what you do.

growing up, my parents always told me i

was the artistic one in the family.

What they meant: unlike my brother, i did not color my

coloring books entirely blue.

What i heard: “Katie, you were born to be an artist.”

from then on, i took my art seriously

in elementary school, I flew

through coloring books.

middle school, I took to body art and temporary

tattoos composed of pastel milky pens.

in high school, my notebooks contained

more illustrations than words.

it wasn’t until my college studio

art class that I finally realized

my parents lied to me.

(they swear it was out of love)

I was no artist compared to the other

ridiculously talented people in my class.

(let’s face it, I giggled too much to even draw a butt.)

You name it: pastels

water colors

oil

acrylic

calligraphy

printmaking

POTTERY

they were good at it.

and if they were “artists”

surely i was not.

so i traded in my charcoal pencils

and majored in business.

I tried very hard to

forget art.

stupid art.

stupid.

stupid.

stupid.

art.

my dream was dead.

OK, OK, EVEN WANNABE FAKE ARTISTS CAN BE A LITTLE DRAMATIC SOMETIMES.

(BUT IT REALLY WAS DEAD.*)

(*DEADER THAN DEAD.)

FAST FORWARD FIVE YEARS.

it’s alive!

my dream is alive!

(!!!!!)

TODAY I AM OFFICIALLY AN ARTIST.

(Just think of how official it would be if I actually owned this pin.)

DON’T WORRY MOM AND DAD, I DIDN’T LOSE MY JOB. AND I’M STILL GETTING PAID.

TURNS OUT THIS ARTIST JUST NEEDED TO FIND THE RIGHT PAINTBRUSH.

my first masterpiece: #chiatom

FILTERS. WIT.

#HASHTAGS. HILARITY.

INSTAGRAM AND I WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER.

or at least that’s what i convinced my company,who’s decided to let me spearhead our very first corporate instagram account.

so all YOU ARTY KIDS be warned:MY ‘GRAMMIN IS GOING TO ROCK THIS TOWN.

OF COURSE IN A CORPORATE FRIENDLY,PROFANITY AND ALCOHOL FREE WAY.

SO YOU BEST HOLD ON TO YOUR tube SOCKS.

AND GET READY TO HEART YOUR HEART OUT.

Instagram:@PATTSMELBOURNE

get amongst it.