Jan Miller

Another sill! Windowless kitchen opens to breakfast/lunch/dinner nook with its minimalist sill.

Kristin Smith

Above our sink is a wall not a window but still there is a sill...or shelf...that is.

Atop this shelf sits incense, wine bottle stopper, metal container of tacks and a small lock, pocket knife, wall tile, wine pressure tool, portugal tile, another wine stopper, a vase i made with dead flowers, a fizzy drink stopper, one-a-day womens vitamins, flinstones vitamins, lavender oil, echinacea drops, vitamin c powder, all natural bug spray.

Michelle Pez

I have a huge widow sill that would be great to grow plants on if not for the kitten who loves to eat plants. That and there are too many beer and wine bottles. A few of my favorite items, from the right: a voodoo doll made by a friend when we moved from New Orleans, the little money kitty we bought in Kauai on our tenth anniversary, the ceramic spice rack that looks like books, the bottle of 1987 Chateau les Ormes de Pez (empty) and the Juice-O-Mat juicer. Also, the beautiful mushroom-butterfly-fern clock seen above the sill.

Hope it makes the cut, I'm sure you have thousands to sort through!

Pez

Alison Taylor

I am blessed with a deep, wide kitchen window sill.  It is NNW facing, but still gets reasonable light.  It is a gathering place for a few mementos and greenery.

From the left - we have my almost 3 year old rosemary plant, whose fragrance and flavor fills me with happiness.  Then in front of that, a funky ashtray thingy that one of the kids picked up many years ago in one of those Santa's workshop things for probably a buck (and it's filled with mini seashells, leftover from another Mama gift).  

Behind the rosemary is a candle holder made by my favorite ex-boyfriend's mom.  Not sure why I have it there.  Then we have our ripening tomatoes and pears - this sill is a great gradual ripening spot for produce.  The plaque says "Trust In the Lord" - because I should do that more often and it's a good reminder (it was also a gift from someone).  The bamboo plant was a gift form one of my husband's students (he's a choir/orchestra teacher).

Behind that it a tiny off white ceramic vase that was my grandmother's.  She liked to have cut flowers everywhere - and not just the big, showy ones.  She felt that all flowers had a place, so she had vases of many sizes to accommodate almost any kind of flower.  I like the little things I have, such as this, to keep her in my memory.

Next is a picture of hubby n me from 20 years ago, when we were engaged.  This has sat on the sill of everyplace we've lived for no particular reason.  No, I am no longer blonde.

In back of the photo you can see half of a ceramic mouse that was intended to hold, and be a dispenser of, parmesan cheese.  It has never been used this way.  I have lots of "pretend" mice in my home because my nickname when I was little was Mouse, so my mother likes to give me mousy things.  It just sits there... because.

Bottom right, which you can barely see, is a paperweight that depicts a landscape in the Painted Desert, using colored sand from the Painted Desert.  My dad (RIP 1987) bought this in 1970 on our epic cross country family adventure, and I got it when he died.

My ever-present glass of water needs no further explanation.

Thanks for touring my sill with me.  Feel free to edit at will.

AT

David Portillo

ahi esta el sill de mi door patron, it works?

awebo! did you see the jalapeno tail on the floor?

the kitty is feeding outside

Bella Shaw

My kitchen windowsill - or part of it - for R Brett Mothershead's important genre study. I just found this one on my phone, but 'll try to take one of the entire windowsill soon (when I remember to!) Commentary on the water bottle is by the teens. Sticky note #1 is from Ally Shaw. Harassment by her big bro, Rob Shaw. And hey --- you two --- Why is this picture on my phone?? LOL

Julie Hamilton Smith

Here's my contribution!!!  Lots of junk in the window!!!  Ha! 

Sherri Mullis

the sill of crap that others left behind (and my dead plants)...

one of these days, i'll unpack my stuff. and then the next month i'll have to move.

Lori Vaden

Told ya! This is a stupid swan that I got as a kid. The water (which used to be purple) is supposed to go up in the neck when it's going to rain.

Debbie Whittington

 I have a cat statue my parents brought us back from New Mexico, cup for can rings (we do it too Mary LoNano), shotglass we got at the Grand Canyon with glass blown flowers in it, glass pepper, and a SpongeBob cup.

Mary LoNano

Window sill pic. I haven't been able to break the habit of pulling these things off drink cans since my daughter used to save them for some fund raiser for Ronald McDonald House. Good news is The Pourhouse bar & grill now collects them for RMH.

Marilee MacAgy

This is in my kitchen, in front of one of the French doors that open onto the deck. Serves as a sill of sorts. 

My sill contribution: spilled bag of fossils, nettle, baby chicken water feeders, dog stuff, a bag of catnip, sharpies, and air duster. Messy!

Oh, and that's crushed oyster shell way at the bottom of the pic.

Levi Ashby

Kitchen window. Monkey Lamp and Liberty's Teeth 

KJ Garner

Kitchen windowsill with blooming aloe and moonflower, tomato, and sunflower seed pots. 

Becky Gies

My kitchen windowsill is too narrow for most things. But these guys feel right at home. Yoda and the frog came first, to keep the 7yo from losing them. Frodo was added a few days later because Yoda needed company. Penguin, because someone needed to keep the other two from fighting.

Bored one Rainy Day, I Took a Picture.

Upon the sill were a collection of items good and bad, cute and gross, spiritual and profane and so of course I shared its happy disgustingness with the world. Now, I have to admit, it isn't really my windowsill at all. It's my wife's!


Left to right (some things of note): Plastic frog, miniature Mountain Dew can, spool of thread, a little pot of fake grass with hearts jabbed into it, a drying and wrinkled cucumber, pine cone, candle, half of a drying tomato stabbed with a saved sucker to be eaten later, a Gob-Stopper Candy Cane over my first ever piece of jewelry, and way at the end, a mystery blue pill!


Missing is a 35mm film canister that contains some of Mom's ashes that my late father had given us to spread somewhere we thought Mom would have wanted to be. Well, we never spread her anywhere but left her on the window sill until pretty recently. Seems even that's creepier to us than rotting fruit.


Stay tuned for more from others I hope, and feel free to email me more at hawriver04(at)yahoo(dot)com.

Thanks, r brett mothershead