All Miniature Models

Welcome to La Puerta de Pan y Recuerdos, a market stall founded (allegedly) in 1914 by Doña Aurelia Calavera, a baker who swore the secret to fluffy pan de muerto was “a happy memory and a warm oven.” The stall pops up each year for two special nights when the veil thins and the regulars—living and not-so-living—line up for bread, candles, and marigold garlands. The current proprietor, Señor Huesito, inherited the stall along with Aurelia’s wooden spoon and a strict policy: e

Welcome to the Pink Palace Apartments, that politely crumbling Victorian on the hill where Coraline Jones moves in with her parents—and promptly discovers the building has bigger secrets than its paint budget. Built in the late 1800s and later sliced into quirky flats, the house hosts a trio of unforgettable neighbors: Mr. Bobinsky high in the attic with his well-trained jumping mice, and the retired stage divas Miss Spink and Miss Forcible holding court downstairs amid Scott

Take a breath, because this tiny Bostonian home is about to pumpkin-spice your eyeballs. If you grew up back east—or, like me, spent childhood weekends in and around Boston in the fall—you can practically smell wet leaves and brick dust from here. This miniature hits all the right notes: buttoned-up red brick, creamy white trim, neat dormers peeking like polite top hats, and two “I definitely host book clubs” bay windows overflowing with floral confidence.

Welcome to Grimble & Crust’s Pumpkin Pie Parlour, established in 189¾, conveniently located on Stoat Spine Lane just left of the lamppost that insists on flickering at exactly midnight. The founders, Maud Grimble and her silent partner Mr. Crust (silent because he’s made entirely of shortcrust pastry), built a reputation on Pumpkin Moon Pie—a seasonal favorite rumored to turn even the grumpiest scarecrow into a hugger. Locals include Pippin the Pocket Witch who pays in meteor

Step onto the base and your shoes (imaginary, tiny) crunch on packed path dust, edged with mousse-soft grass. The entry gable leans in like an eager host; those timbers look carved by a craftsman with forearms like barrels. The roof is a warm terracotta red, scuffed where weather and boots have scolded the shingles....

This miniature beauty is inspired by Carl’s place from Up—not a replica, but the same “pack your snacks, we might float away” energy. The palette cranks joy to eleven: tangerine shingles, mint siding, pink window frames, and that scalloped fish-scale gable that looks like a school of sherbet-flavored mermaids.

Welcome to Casa Pequeña de los Vientos, founded (legend says) in 1919, when a retired tile-maker named Isidro Ventana followed a stray cat into a courtyard and decided the sunlight there was unusually well-behaved. He built the cottage in stages, bartering clay pots for cedar planks and trading stories for wrought iron...

Welcome to Thimblewick, a pocket borough famous for its annual Leaf-Roll Derby and a municipal policy requiring at least three lamps per reading corner. The resident you see is Professor Percival Prickleworth, retired cartographer and columnist for The Bramble Times.

October is here, and what better way to celebrate the spooky season than with a Tim Burton-inspired miniature masterpiece?