The story of instagram.

do what you love.
love what you do.

growing up, my parents al a told me i
w ys
w the artistic one in the famil
as y.

What they meant:
unlike my brother, i did not color my
coloring books entirel blue.
y

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 finall realized
y

my parents lied to me.

(they swear it w out of love)
as

I w no artist compared to the other
as
ridiculousl talented people in my class.
y

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

You name it:
pastels
water colors
oil
acrylic
calligraphy
printmaking
POTTERY
they were good at it.

and if they were “artists”

surel i w not.
y as

so i traded in my charcoal pencils
and majored in business.

I tried very hard to
forget art.

stupid art.

stupid.

stupid.

stupid.

art.

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

(BUT IT REALL W DEAD.*)
Y AS

(*DEADER THAN DEAD.)

it’s alive!

my dream is alive!

(!!!!!)

TODA I AM OFFICIALL AN ARTIST.
Y Y

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

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 W Y.
A

SO YOU BEST HOLD ON TO YOUR tube SOCKS.

AND GET READY TO HEART YOUR HEART OUT.

Instagram:
@PATTSMELBOURNE

get amongst it.

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