All Miniature Models

Hey friends—Brandon here. I don’t know who first decided October should smell like cinnamon brooms and acrylic paint water, but I salute them. Today, we’re skipping the usual tour-and-tale and diving straight into a Make Your Own Magic masterclass: nine unique, spooky-cute miniature Halloween decorations you can craft for dollhouses (or any small-scale scene). We’ll lean hard on household materials you already have… and I’ll point to simple craft-store equivalents if you want

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

Koko’s Klown Academy appears in Goosebumps Most Wanted #7: A Nightmare on Clown Street by R. L. Stine. In the book, kid protagonist Ray Gordon joins his Uncle Theo at the traveling clown school. Clowns keep their makeup on 24/7 and go only by clown names—Ray becomes Mr. Belly-Bounce—and a menacing figure called Mr. HahaFace runs the show...

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

Welcome to The Starburst Pavilion, opened in 1933 on a fantastical Fifth Avenue that lives two streets over from reality and one elevator ride above it. Commissioned by heiress and amateur astronomer Vera Lyric Fontaine, the Pavilion was her love letter to wireless dreams and late-night swing. Legend says Vera demanded “a building that looks like it can hear the future,” so the architect crowned the entry with a radiant fan crest—a stylized radio antenna wrapped in Art Deco g