The window sill holds objects that have a special meaning. From left to right: a bottle we bought at a flea market because we both happened to like it. The little ceramic cup is one my husband, a potter, was going to throw away because it isn't perfect. The red bowl is one he threw (made) ages ago, as is the blue cup. I place my rings and watch into the blue cup when I get home. The little ceramic "face" is a toothpick holder we bought from a local potter. The yellow Fiesta teapot is all that's left of my mother's Fiesta collection. Each of these items has special meaning. Even the window sill itself and the walls in the sunroom are special because my husband did all the work.
When I'm cooking or cleaning up the kitchen, this view is what makes me happy. Where, in your home, do you feel the happiest?