I ventured back into my room, yesterday. It's always such an odd sight...furniture stacked, shelves empty, everything so clean. I feel just like Miss Bindergarten (minus the parrot).
I didn't get a lot accomplished...I mostly just sat there and stared. I like the way I did my room last year, but I'm changing the way I do reading workshop, and think I need to change my layout accordingly. Maybe a wave of inspiration will hit me today.
I do know this--
I love the shiny, waxed floors. And I love the possibilities.