Meet Smelly
My friends call me Smelly, Smellanie, or Smelly Cat—but despite the nickname, I promise I smell fantastic. I’m a 34-year-old Atlanta native, a proud University of Alabama grad (RTR), and someone who—as Gen Z would put it—cusps Frantic English Granny. Translation: I love gardens, reading, and anything fantasy-related. Yes, I still bring up Game of Thrones book theories. Yes, I’m still mad about Season 8. WHERE’S WINDS OF WINTER, GEORGE?!
I’m a lite gamer married to a hardcore gamer, and my go-to girl dinner is what I lovingly call garbage nachos. I’m obsessed with skincare, fluent in obscure movie quotes (respect if you catch one), and I’ll never approach a buffet without declaring, “I’m only here for the food, Mother.”
After graduating from Alabama in 2012, I realized I could no longer be afraid of clowns… or Art Direction. So, I ran off to The Creative Circus, got my advertising degree in the mail, and have been making beautiful, weird, and occasionally unhinged work ever since.
Then, in 2023, plot twist: I was diagnosed with breast cancer while pregnant. I now have a healthy baby girl and am in the maintenance stage of treatment—still finding joy in making people wildly uncomfortable with my cancer jokes and dark humor. I believe mindset is everything, and if you can’t laugh at yourself, what are we even doing here?
Don’t talk to me about Alabama football… or do. At your own risk. Roll Tide.
The Brainstorm for costume ideas is next Tuesday.
Here is a portrait I made of my dog's head on a renaissance painting. We call him Lord Nashington III.
