I could hear the dull drumbeat of horse hooves overhead, faintly at first, but pounding stronger and stronger as I struggled to open my eyes. Another sound slowly entered my consciousness, adding to my escalating fears. Circus music. How strangely out of place it seemed. The tune sped up, the notes growing more and more maniacal and frenzied, the organ shrieking out its terrifying melody as I blindly fought to free myself from this spinning carousel of nightmares. Then I woke up. And realized I was just in my butt-ugly bedroom.
That, or something like that, is what inspired Julia to transform this room of terrors into the colorful and happy home studio it is today. Free from the visual torture of the horsey wallpaper and stencils along the baseboard (that’s a new one), she can now express herself in peace!
See more on her blog Chris Loves Julia.