… nine binder clips, one boot-size storage container and about six cubic feet of space (estimate based on volume of resulting confetti). That’s what I regained by shredding receipts, paycheck stubs and anything else old, with personal info on it, and made of paper.
At one point, I had two shredders overheated. A modern artist somewhere could turn these scraps into something.
Reminding myself of the time and energy I spent to renew this room’s appeal, I’m resisting every instinct to save this stuff for some unknown future project. “There will always be more. There will always be more.”