All Miniature Models

Last April I finally made it to Tokyo Disney, and yes, I beelined to Toon Town like a homing pigeon with a popcorn addiction. The second I rounded the corner and saw Minnie’s House—those lavender fish-scale shingles curling like soft-serve, the marshmallow-stucco walls, the heart-shaped gable winking in the sun—I did what any responsible adult does: took 173 photos in under seven minutes and then immediately started mentally shrinking everything to miniature scale. There’s so

I’m grinning like an undead realtor. This little white farmhouse—yep, the Beetlejuice house—is one of those minis that makes you lean in until your nose almost boops the porch rail. It’s all there: the steep gables, the watchtower with its prim little balustrade, the metal roof flashing just so, the sliver of hillside and that perfectly mustard station wagon at the bottom of the drive. The mood is half pastoral New England, half “did something just move in the attic?” Which i

Nook’s Cranny began life as the island’s first general store, the place where possibility sells by the handful. Legend says a kindly entrepreneur with a leaf-shaped logo set two enthusiastic assistants—Timmy and Tommy—loose upon retail destiny. They greeted every traveler, traded every odd trinket, and paid a suspiciously fair price for your seashell collection. Everything smelled faintly of cedar and optimism.

Hey fellow muggles! I’m not saying I’ve read the Harry Potter books a few times—I’m saying my paperbacks look like they’ve survived a Quidditch season in the rain. I’ve also visited most of the theme parks around the world (I’m that friend), and my favorite pilgrimage is Warner Bros. Studio Tour London, where I turn into a kid with a camera and a butterbeer mustache. So when a meticulously crafted, Privet Drive–inspired house lands on my desk, my heart does a small Hippogriff

Welcome to The Potion Shop at Lumen Lane, founded in Year 403 of the Willow Calendar by the elf apothecary Asteriel Fernwright and her not-entirely-reliable familiar, Kettle (a soot-smudged magpie with a hoarding problem and an eye for shiny corks).