I have opened the third storage box containing arts and crafts crap. It contains a lot of finished artwork. Also contains a ton of literal junk. Ziplock bags full of weird or interesting small objects I found in parking lots or streets. Or things my husband found at his construction sites.
The first thing I pulled out to investigate was a vintage green box designed to store something the size of checks in monthly compartments. It is filled with the receipts from every trip to the grocery store I made in 2014.
I’m just going to close this box back up. I don’t feel like dealing with any of this today.