Let’s get ruthless right out of the gate. I live in a 1,200 square feet apartment (which, honestly, isn’t even that small in New York City) with my husband and two kids. My kids are young, 5 and 3. When they bring home art projects from school that have glitter on them, I smile, tell them it’s beautiful, wait for them to leave the room, and take it straight outside to the building’s bulk trash cans. (I’m assuming glitter is not recyclable?) Those sparkly, shedding flakes get everywhere, and in a small space, that means they’ll end up on your dinner table and between your sheets. You think you vacuumed them all up, and then sunlight comes through the window at just the right angle, and dozens of glinting shards mock you from deep inside your living room rug. If you can’t part with a piece of glitter artwork, quarantine it in a plastic bag.