Month: October 2025

  • Halloween Hollow

    Halloween Hollow

    hol·low /ˈhälō/ adjective

    1. having a hole or empty space inside.

      The past few years have been full of endings and new beginnings: moving three times, friendship and relationship breakups, etc. Resulting in the loss/damage of most of my Halloween decor. Little remained, but last year I was able acquire a few things for my Dreamtroit Dorm.

      Over the years, my aesthetic has changed little-by-little when it comes to decor in general. My old apartment in Ferndale was very hedge-witch/vintage mixed with horror-regardless of the time of year, and after that it was more of a mix of vintage Halloween decor with whatever came along. When I moved into Dreamtroit, I had so very little that it was almost nothing, a hollow.

      Obviously, I love blue. So I started with adding a few blue pumpkins mixed in with whatever I had leftover. My parents, and Dave, gifted me two of my most favorite items: a light-up haunted house, and a ceramic pumpkin with an almost folk pattern. Both have remained up all year, because us spooky-nerds have wants and needs.

      When Dave and I first started shopping around for Halloween decor for the house, we both ended up really loving the vintage-inspired items we found at Marshalls/Home Goods, etc. So began filling the Halloween hollow.

      I took these photos specifically for Halloween, but, you lovely readers also get an unintentional house-tour: spooky edition!

      The first set of photos are of the entryway to our home, that is quickly becoming one of my favorite areas of the house. I never used a front door as the main entrance before, I have always lived on corner-lots in houses, or in an apartment. We have a giant tool-chest thing, and my old table set from the dorm as the furniture, and new MCM shelves that Dave installed earlier in the year. Most importantly: the blue typewriter that Dave gifted me last year that was my favorite item to display at Dreamtroit.

      Who uses typewriters anyway?

      Most of the Día de los Muertos decor was gifted to me over the years from my mom, and they reside in the kitchen-one of the most colorful rooms of the house. Obviously here I only focused on the Halloween decor, but, I will have to do a follow-up post showing off all of the art.

      A few of our vintage-esq bois that we picked up are mixed in, which I love because despite the entire house leaning on the eclectic side, this room holds the most variety. And jars. Hi, my name is Sara and I am a jar goblin.

      Our dining room is a work-in-progress, but very pretty at the moment. A headless doll prop from a photoshoot a few years back sits on the tinest chair, that I had picked up for a whole dollar. My brother had said that I needed an accent chair in my dorm, but there really wasn’t room in that studio. After acquiring this vintage, children’s chair that can barely hold a pillow, it became my “accent” chair.

      My brother was not amused.

      My mother gifted us the spooky tablecloth that doesn’t quite fit our table, so I folded it and it makes a nice little layer under the runner. We also have a random end table that was thrown in the corner, and now looks like a spooky-altar of sorts.

      At some point I started collecting both wood, and dried florals, and Dave has brought home more (blue ones!!) and they are scattered throughout the dining and living rooms.

      My second favorite nook of the house is in the living room: The Record Corner. That Ikea bookshelf has survived six moves, a beast! Dave placed it there and I wasn’t excited about it until we turned it into the *coolest* record/music station.

      Surprisingly, that other large shelf does not hold all of our house plants. They breed like rabbits and have taken over. A spider plant actually wrote this blog post.

      The living room is Bella’s abode. We just live here.

      Last year I had the great idea to put a bunch of cheap bats all over the walls, and despite putting up 834 bats, 835 bats remained. Our bathroom mirror is Pinterest porn, and I am not mad.

      Also, Dave got this cute lil blue bubbly boi and he is precious as hell.

      The top-tier nook of the house is this little area that became my office/mini-library. It’s also the only “room” that we have painted thus far, and I didn’t pick blue! Instead, I added a million blue items: carpet, curtains, shelves, trinkets, etc.

      Nagi also resides in this area, right across from our bedroom door where she can wheek at us whenever she feels the need to demand treats. There are no photos because these were taken prior to her cage being cleaned, and she is a poop miser.

      Our bedroom is the only other upstairs room documented, because the spare room and Dave’s office take turns in being fallout rooms. I have had that cheap “Nevermore” banner for years, and I was having a hard time finding a spot for it, until the panel was hung and there is where it lives now.

      This room is the one that reminds me the most of my studio at Dreamtroit. Stacks of books, layers of pillows and blankets, using the desk as a vanity, but it’s mostly the shades of blue and the boobs.

      Dave picked up some remote candles that were supposed to be used for my birthday decorations, but apparently that day came early because I put them everywhere.

      I never thought that I would live in a house again-I didn’t want to deal with the responsibility, and, I have been spoiled by being in walking distance of groceries, bars, coffee, etc. Our home is in one of the coolest little neighborhoods where there’s an abundance of things in walking distance, and, we are a bike ride away from Eastern Market. Dave is also a chef, and therefore he is always fucking cleaning, etc.

      I love our home, and creating a cozy-spooky aesthetic for our first Halloween-my favorite holiday-living together has been absolutely amazing.

      Until next post, Happy Halloween!

      📍Detroit, MI.

      Sara Bellum

    1. Let’s Get Weird

      Let’s Get Weird

      “So what is it that you do?”

      A question that I have been asked on more occasions than not, often resulting in myself mumbling about being an ‘aspiring digital creator’.

      “Like an influencer?”

      Surprisingly enough, I am not affiliated with Weezer, despite the tattoos on my person (yes, plural). Nor am I paid to post content from any of the coffee shops/bars I frequent (Tocororo aside), so no, I am not an influencer. Though I do try my best to post/recommend local and small businesses that I do regard highly, and encourage others to check out.

      I stated in the very first Create Cohort blog post what my mission in this creative endeavor is, and it’s %99.9 still very true.

      Outfit recap and GRWM reels? Highlights of the books I am reading this year, homemade croutons, Halloween decorations, meticulously curated Spotify playlists, Renaissance festival shenanigans, nerd shit, kissing my partner, Nagi’s inevitable world domination, and of course, editing, editing, editing.

      I didn’t start on this journey in the hopes of running ten different social media accounts for others, nor did I expect to be hired as a digital creator for some giant, conglomerate company. Not that I wouldn’t mind having a gig that would pay off my debt, but, I would need 4-85 years experience, as well as being an expert in EVERY single editing program that exists, as well as sacrificing my first-born.

      No, this will be done organically. I am constantly learning something new, a better way to tackle a problem, discovering some setting on my camera that I never knew existed. Also, I don’t have any children, so, I am left to my own devices. Which sadly involves fighting with Meta Business Suite, and ever-changing , bullshit algorithms. How do I go about doing this? The same way that I always have: documenting my life.

      What better content to use than yourself, your hobbies, your loves, your pet-peeves, etc? No one is a better expert on you than you. Well, that might not always be the case, but, I am a firm believer that it is mostly true. I might have spent the majority of my adult life not knowing what to do with myself, and eating cheeses that I knew would wreck my innards, that doesn’t mean I don’t know how I want to capture an event I enjoyed, how to dress myself comfortably/sexy/as a Gallifreyan, the very specific way I want the kitchen pantry organized-mostly with all of the jars that I have dragon-hoarded. By knowing these aspects of myself, I know how I want to represent myself to the rest of the internet world. I know my voice.

      I blame my meticulous tendencies.

      It’s weird, but, it works in my favor.

      Managing Tocororo’s social media accounts, assisting with events, etc-I have to know Toco’s voice. The owners, the staff, the patrons, the environment, the vibe, all create a voice. There is a story. The regulars know who the twink behind the curtain is, and that is a factor as well.

      How does that all workout? The content shared, the captions/phrasing/puns even, the music picked, the angles of the images in the photos, the lighting, the colors in an advertisement, all are emulating what this physical place is-with my own creativity mingled in the mix.

      Is it hard? Coming up with content for Toco-no. There’s always something going on, and, a plethora of unused content is stashed away on my phone, Google Drive, old Instagram stories, etc. Coming up with content for myself? Kinda. I have had this exact post in draft for like, two weeks. I went from being the friend that did nothing but get high and rearrange everything in their apartment out of pure boredom, to scheduling most everything I do a week or more ahead of time, to make sure there is that in itself, time. I don’t write out blog posts for the sake of needing something to post, or create TikTok’s/Reels just for the trend-unless it actually makes sense and fits me.

      At the end of the day, everything I create has one major requirement: authenticity. That includes having to go back and re-edit blog posts after they have been posted, reading over a misspelled word because I was too hyper-focused on what photos to use is %100 authentic. Spending the last three hours prepping one post for Toco, while noodling out 12+ more with Dave, is also %100 authentic.

      Striving to continuously educate myself-be it over a new feature on Instagram, and learning from my mistakes? You get it.

      In the meantime, I will continue to, and also encourage anyone else trying to learn by experimenting with what you know. I am 10/10 suggesting playing with yourself-don’t make it weird.

      Until next post, xo.

      📍Detroit, MI.

      Sara Bellum