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The Company That Made Plastic Glow: The Complete History of Union Products

From Leominster’s plastics boom to Don Featherstone, the Pink Flamingo and generations of glowing Santas, snowmen and holiday icons, Union Products helped turn molded plastic into American nostalgia.

By Curtiss Wayne Andrews

If you collect vintage blow molds long enough, certain names stop sounding like manufacturers and start sounding like family names.

Empire.

General Foam.

Beco.

Poloron.

And then there is Union Products.

For many collectors, finding UNION PRODUCTS — LEOMINSTER, MASS. molded into the bottom of a decoration is enough to make them turn it over for a second look.

There’s a reason.

Union wasn’t merely another company that happened to manufacture plastic Christmas decorations.

It existed in one of the most important places in the history of American plastics. It employed one of the medium’s most famous designers. It produced decorations that ranged from Christmas and Halloween to lawn-and-garden absurdity. And one Union creation escaped the category entirely to become one of the most recognizable objects in American popular culture.

The Pink Flamingo.

But reducing Union Products to the flamingo is a little like reducing Disney to Mickey Mouse.

Technically understandable.

Wildly incomplete.

For readers of The Glow That Won’t Go Out—and collectors trying to understand why Union pieces remain so beloved—it’s worth going back to Leominster and telling the larger story.

Because before plastic Christmas decorations became nostalgic…

plastic itself was the future.


Before Union Products, There Was “Plastic City”

Leominster Massachusetts plastics city, pink flamingo & comb

To understand Union, you first have to understand Leominster, Massachusetts.

Union didn’t randomly appear there.

Leominster had already spent generations becoming a manufacturing center. The area was initially famous for comb production, first using natural materials such as horn. The arrival of celluloid transformed the industry, and Leominster increasingly became associated with plastics manufacturing.

By the time Don Featherstone joined Union in 1957, Leominster reportedly had roughly 60 plastics factories employing about 5,500 people—around 80 percent of the city’s workforce. 

Think about that.

Today we look at an old plastic Santa and see nostalgia.

Leominster once looked at plastic and saw industry.

Jobs.

Factories.

Innovation.

Injection molding.

New materials.

New ways of mass-producing consumer goods.

This was an ecosystem, and Union Products grew out of it.

Historical accounts generally date the company’s beginning to the mid-1940s; collector references commonly cite 1946, while the Journal of Antiques and Collectibles dates the beginning of operations to 1947. That small discrepancy is worth acknowledging rather than pretending the surviving record is perfectly uniform. 

Initially, Union produced hard-plastic injection-molded goods and flat plastic lawn decorations before increasingly embracing three-dimensional molded forms. 

And that transition would change everything.


Enter Don Featherstone

If Union Products has a central character, it is Donald Featherstone. I write about him in more detail here.

Featherstone was born in Worcester, Massachusetts, in 1936 and studied art at the Worcester Art Museum School. Soon after finishing school, he took a job at Union.

Imagine that career transition.

You study sculpture and art.

You graduate.

And your professional canvas becomes…

plastic lawn ornaments.

Featherstone later joked about the disconnect himself. But Union needed exactly what an art-school graduate could provide.

The company wanted to move beyond relatively flat lawn decorations and into three-dimensional plastic forms.

That required somebody who could actually sculpt them.

Featherstone’s early assignments included animals. For a duck, he went so far as to obtain a living duck and study it. 

Union was essentially combining an old artistic process—observing, drawing and sculpting—with a very modern industrial one.

An artist created the form.

Tooling translated it into a mold.

Plastic manufacturing made it repeatable.

Then thousands of identical sculptures could leave Leominster and land on American lawns.

Fine-art training had met mass-market plastic.

That combination would become Union’s superpower.


And Then Came the Flamingo

In 1957, Featherstone created the object that would forever be attached to his name.

The plastic Pink Flamingo.

2 Original Featherstone Pink Flamingoes in box

Because finding an actual flamingo wandering around Massachusetts proved somewhat difficult, Featherstone worked from photographs, including imagery published by National Geographic. He sculpted the birds in clay before they were translated into production tooling. 

The familiar pair featured two poses:

One upright.

One feeding.

They were unmistakably pink.

They were ridiculous.

They were wonderful.

And America bought them.

Sears carried the flamingos, and contemporary reporting describes early pairs selling for only a few dollars. Millions eventually spread across American lawns. 

Something strange had happened.

Union had manufactured a lawn decoration.

America turned it into a cultural symbol.


The Pink Flamingo Became Bigger Than Union

The flamingo eventually came to represent practically everything people loved—or hated—about postwar suburban America.

Artificiality.

Optimism.

Mass production.

Tropical fantasy.

Suburbia.

Kitsch.

Camp.

Bad taste.

Good bad taste.

And eventually nostalgia for all of the above.

The Smithsonian’s National Museum of American History describes Featherstone’s molded-plastic flamingo as evolving from ordinary lawn ornament into one of the best-known icons of American pop-culture kitsch. 

That transformation matters to blow mold collectors.

Because the exact same thing eventually happened to the Christmas decorations.

A plastic snowman wasn’t originally manufactured as a collectible.

It was merchandise.

A Santa was something you bought at a store and put beside the front door.

A candle illuminated the porch.

A Nativity went in the yard.

Nobody was putting them into climate-controlled storage because they thought someone would be debating production variations on Facebook fifty years later.

They were inexpensive pieces of popular culture.

Time turned them into artifacts.


Don Featherstone Was Much More Than the Flamingo Guy

This is where Union’s history gets unfairly compressed.

Featherstone didn’t design one bird and spend the next four decades admiring it.

He became extraordinarily prolific.

Published estimates differ depending on what is counted: contemporary sources credit him with more than 600 or 650 designs, while collector literature has placed his output even higher. 

By the late 1990s, Union itself reportedly offered more than 200 varieties of plastic yard art, including numerous Santas and other seasonal figures. 

And that variety is central to understanding Union.

The company wasn’t simply making Christmas decorations.

Its catalogs encompassed Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Valentine’s Day, St. Patrick’s Day and Independence Day, along with planters, animals and other lawn-and-garden pieces. 

Union was manufacturing a plastic version of the American calendar.


Christmas, Union Style

For today’s blow mold collector, this is where the company becomes especially interesting.

Union’s holiday output included the kinds of forms that now define vintage blow mold collecting:

Santas. Snowmen. Candles. Carolers. Nativity figures. Angels. Soldiers. Elves. Animals. Seasonal characters and yard decorations.

Variety of Union Products blow molds, Santas, elf, angel teddy bear, candle, toy soldier
Images courtesy of blow-molded.com

What made many of them memorable wasn’t merely that they illuminated.

It was their personality.

Union’s strongest pieces have faces.

Expressions.

Character.

The sculptural sensibility matters.

Look closely at a good vintage mold and you begin to see that the decoration isn’t simply a hollow plastic shell.

Someone sculpted the folds.

The beard.

The smile.

The buttons.

The eyes.

The posture.

The texture.

That’s why certain molds remain recognizable even when the paint has suffered.

The sculpture is doing much of the work.

And that’s one reason Union remains so respected.


The Christmas Decoration Was Also Industrial Design

It’s easy to romanticize these pieces so much that we forget how they were made.

They were industrial products.

The goal was to manufacture a three-dimensional object efficiently enough that an ordinary family could afford to buy one.

That creates fascinating constraints.

The figure has to look good.

But it also has to release from tooling.

It needs structural integrity.

It needs paint decoration that can be repeated.

If illuminated, light needs to travel through the plastic effectively.

It needs to survive packaging and shipping.

It has to stand properly.

And most importantly:

somebody has to want it badly enough to take it home.

This is where blow molds become a particularly interesting intersection of sculpture, manufacturing and retail design.

Union excelled at that intersection.


Why Union Pieces “Glow” So Well

Collectors often talk about the appearance of vintage blow molds when illuminated.

There isn’t one universal Union formula—materials, thicknesses, paints and manufacturing practices varied across products and eras—but older blow molds can have a visual character that modern collectors immediately recognize.

The light isn’t simply sitting on the surface.

It’s inside the sculpture.

The plastic becomes the diffuser.

Painted details sit over illuminated polyethylene.

A Santa that looks slightly odd in daylight can suddenly become magnificent after dark.

That transformation is the entire magic trick.

It’s also why photographs rarely capture exactly what collectors love about these things.

You have to see a yard full of them glowing.


Halloween Before Halloween Became an Industry

Union’s importance isn’t limited to Christmas. Remember Hope‘s “holy grail” piece – the Featherstone “Happy Halloween” jack o’lantern.

Vintage Halloween blow molds have become a collecting category unto themselves, and Union participated in a much broader seasonal catalog that included Halloween decorations. Collector histories document everything from ordinary seasonal forms to decidedly strange creatures and characters. 

And vintage Halloween has something Christmas doesn’t.

Scarcity of historical merchandise.

For decades, Christmas was the giant decorating holiday.

Halloween merchandise existed, of course, but the enormous seasonal retail machine we know today developed later.

That makes surviving vintage Halloween plastics especially appealing.

Pumpkins.

Witches.

Ghosts.

Black cats.

Haunted imagery.

Oddball characters.

Variety of Union Products Halloween blow molds including ghost, black cat, bear, grim reaper, Bela Lugosi, Happy Halloween jack o'lantern sign & haunted house
Images courtesy of blow-molded.com

For collectors, the stranger the better.

Union understood strange.

Remember:

this is the company whose greatest contribution to civilization may be putting millions of pink flamingos on people’s lawns.


Not Every “Featherstone” Is a Featherstone

Here’s an important collector distinction.

You’ll sometimes hear people casually refer to Union blow molds as “Featherstones.”

That’s understandable.

But it can be misleading.

Don Featherstone was Union’s extraordinarily important designer and eventually its president and co-owner.

Union Products was the manufacturer.

Not every Union piece should automatically be attributed to Featherstone personally without documentation tying that design to him.

The Journal of Antiques and Collectibles has specifically cautioned collectors about using “Featherstone” as though it were simply another name for all Union molds. 

That’s exactly the kind of distinction collectors should preserve.

Manufacturer attribution and designer attribution are not the same thing.


The Signature on the Flamingo’s Rear End

The flamingo offers one of the most entertaining examples of product authentication imaginable.

By the 1980s, knockoffs were everywhere.

So Union needed a way of distinguishing the genuine article.

Around the flamingo’s 30th anniversary, Featherstone’s signature was incorporated into the tooling.

Where?

On the bird.

More specifically…

its rear underside.

Millions of people had bought the flamingo.

Now collectors could flip one over and look for Don’s signature.

It was essentially the plastic lawn-ornament equivalent of an artist signing a canvas.

The signature also became a useful dating clue. Sources generally place signed original Union birds beginning around 1987. The signature was removed after Featherstone’s retirement, prompting enough backlash that the decision became a minor cause célèbre among flamingo enthusiasts. 

Imagine designing something so beloved that people protest when your autograph disappears from its plastic butt.

That’s a legacy.


Featherstone Went From Employee to Owner

There’s another part of the Union story I particularly like.

The 21-year-old art-school graduate hired to sculpt plastic animals didn’t remain simply a designer.

Featherstone spent decades with the company.

He rose through its ranks.

And in 1996, Featherstone and two other longtime employees purchased Union Products. 

The artist had become an owner.

Eventually he served as president.

Think about the arc:

Art school.

Plastic duck.

Pink flamingo.

Hundreds of designs.

Corporate leadership.

Ownership.

Few people have careers quite like that.


Union Tried to Reinvent Its Greatest Hit

The company didn’t simply freeze the flamingo in 1957.

Union experimented with variations.

There were different colors and special runs.

A Snomingo arrived in the 1990s.

Union Products white flamingo blow mold, the Snomingo

Then came the Realmingo, a larger and more realistic interpretation unveiled in 1998. 

Featherstone understood something that today’s blow mold manufacturers are rediscovering:

Nostalgia and novelty can coexist.

Collectors want the familiar.

But they also want something they haven’t seen before.

It’s the same tension running through today’s blow mold revival.

Bring back an old favorite?

People want it.

Create something completely new?

People want that too.

Just don’t mess it up.

Collectors will let you know.


Then the Economics Changed

Union’s story eventually ran into the same forces that reshaped huge portions of American manufacturing.

Competition intensified.

Manufacturing costs changed.

Retail changed.

Imported goods became increasingly significant.

Plastic resin became more expensive.

Energy costs mattered.

And producing bulky, relatively inexpensive plastic lawn decorations in Massachusetts became increasingly difficult economically.

By 2006, Union Products was in trouble.

The company announced that its Leominster operation would close.

Contemporary reports cited rising plastic-resin and electricity costs as well as financial difficulties. 

And suddenly the media weren’t merely reporting the closure of a plastics factory.

They were reporting the possible extinction of the Pink Flamingo.

Union ceased production in Leominster in 2006.

An era had ended.


Except Union Didn’t Completely Die

This is where the story gets better.

The tooling survived.

And tooling is everything.

When a manufacturer closes, collectors often assume the product is gone forever.

But if the original molds survive, resurrection remains possible.

After Union’s closure, HMC International acquired rights and tooling and planned renewed flamingo production in New York. 

Production later became associated with Cado in nearby Fitchburg, Massachusetts.

Eventually Cado acquired Union Products and its intellectual property/assets, allowing production under the Union name to continue. Cado says the acquisition preserved production of Featherstone’s famous flamingo in the region where it originated. 

That makes Union unusual.

The original company closed.

But its identity—and at least part of its manufacturing heritage—survived.


The Flamingos Came Home

There’s something wonderfully appropriate about Cado’s involvement.

Union was born in the Massachusetts plastics ecosystem.

And after a detour through changing ownership, production became rooted again in central Massachusetts.

By 2016, Cado told WBUR it was manufacturing roughly 50,000 to 60,000 pink flamingos annually. 

Think about that for a moment.

An object designed by a 21-year-old artist in 1957…

made using a technology that once represented America’s manufacturing future…

mocked for decades as tacky suburban junk…

was still being manufactured nearly sixty years later.

That’s not failure.

That’s immortality in polyethylene.


Why Union Products Remains So Admired

Ask collectors why Union matters and you’ll get different answers.

Some love Featherstone.

Some love the flamingo.

Some collect Santas.

Others want Halloween.

Some are hunting obscure variants.

Some simply remember these pieces from childhood.

But I think Union’s enduring appeal comes down to five things.

First, the sculpting. Many Union pieces have unmistakable personality. They’re decorations rather than merely plastic forms.

Second, variety. Union wasn’t confined to one holiday or one visual language. The company’s catalog became a sprawling universe of lawn and seasonal art.

Third, history. Union is connected to Leominster’s extraordinary plastics-manufacturing heritage.

Fourth, Featherstone. Having a documented artist behind so many mass-market plastic objects gives collectors a human connection that’s often missing from industrial products.

And fifth:

Union made fun things.

That’s easy to underestimate.

Not everything has to be serious. The company created blow molds in the likenesses of The Three Stooges! How can you not love that?

Sometimes you need a glowing Santa.

Sometimes you need a snowman.

Sometimes you need a plastic bird so aggressively pink that your neighbors question your judgment.

Union understood this.


The Difference Between Collectible and Important

There are rare blow molds.

There are expensive blow molds.

There are blow molds collectors desperately want.

But historical importance is a different question.

Union Products matters because its story extends beyond the hobby.

The Smithsonian has preserved Featherstone’s flamingo as an object of American cultural history. 

That’s significant.

An inexpensive molded-plastic lawn ornament crossed an invisible line.

It stopped being merely merchandise.

It became Americana.

And that’s ultimately what happened to the best vintage holiday blow molds too.

They became pieces of memory.


Look at the Bottom

This is one reason I tell collectors not to judge an old blow mold only from the front.

Turn it around.

Look underneath.

Search for markings.

Manufacturer names.

Numbers.

Copyright information.

Old electrical openings.

Paint patterns.

Seams.

Construction details.

Because once you know the manufacturers, a random plastic Santa at an estate sale becomes something else.

It becomes a clue.

Union Products. Leominster, Massachusetts.

Now you’re holding a piece connected to one of America’s great plastics-manufacturing cities.

You’re holding something from the same company that gave the world the Pink Flamingo.

You’re holding a survivor from an industry that once employed thousands of people in central Massachusetts.

The decoration hasn’t changed.

Your understanding of it has.

That’s what collecting history does.


The Glow Really Didn’t Go Out

When Union’s Leominster factory closed in 2006, it would have been easy to write the ending there.

Factory closes.

Jobs disappear.

Molds get scattered.

Company becomes a paragraph in manufacturing history.

But that’s not quite what happened.

Collectors kept the pieces.

People kept hunting them.

Featherstone’s work became increasingly celebrated.

The flamingo survived.

Tooling survived.

Production survived.

And the Union name survived.

More importantly, the objects became something their creators probably never anticipated.

Heirlooms.

That plastic snowman Grandma put outside?

Someone wants it.

The Santa your parents bought decades ago?

Someone remembers it.

That weird Halloween figure your neighbor displayed every October?

Someone is searching for one right now.

Union Products manufactured decorations.

Time turned them into memories.

And collectors turned those memories into history.

That’s why Union remains one of the essential names in blow molds.

Not simply because of what the company made.

But because so much of it is still glowing.


Discover More in The Glow That Won’t Go Out

Union Products is only one branch of the much larger story told in The Glow That Won’t Go Out: The Complete Collector’s Guide to Vintage Holiday Blow Molds.

The book explores the history and evolution of blow molding, major manufacturers, identification clues, collecting, restoration and the people keeping this unusual corner of American holiday history alive.

Because the next time you find an old plastic Santa at an estate sale, turn him over.

There may be a story molded into the bottom.

The Hunt Never Ends: Inside The Blow Mold Boys of Massapequa Park

What started with two friends, $300 and some replacement light cords has grown into a small business built around vintage Christmas, hard-to-find blow molds—and the eternal problem of where to store all this plastic.

By Curtiss Wayne Andrews

There comes a point in almost every serious blow mold collector’s life when a troubling realization sets in:

You need parts.

Maybe you found the perfect vintage Santa at a yard sale.

The paint is good.

The plastic isn’t cracked.

The price was right.

You bring him home, turn him around and discover that the electrical components appear to have last been inspected during the Carter administration.

Or maybe there’s no cord at all.

Or the backing plate is missing.

Or the clips are gone.

Suddenly your great $20 find has become a restoration project.

That’s part of the world Thomas and his longtime friend stepped into when they started The Blow Mold Boys in Massapequa Park, New York.

But Thomas isn’t merely selling parts.

He’s a collector himself.

And like so many people I’ve interviewed while writing The Glow That Won’t Go Out, his story begins long before there was a business.

It begins with Dad.


It Started in Dad’s Yard

What first got you interested in blow molds?

Thomas: I got interested when I was a little kid. My dad used to put out blow molds, and I ended up developing a love for them.

As I got older, I started buying new pieces for my dad’s house. When I eventually moved, I took them with me.

Today, Thomas estimates his collection has grown to more than 100 pieces, spread across Christmas, Halloween and a smaller number of Easter blow molds.

Sound familiar?

It should.

One of the most consistent things I’ve discovered while talking to collectors is that the obsession rarely starts with the collector.

It starts with somebody else.

Dad put them outside.

Grandma had a Santa.

The neighbors had a snowman.

The family drove around looking at Christmas displays.

Eventually the child who stared at those glowing figures grows up, gets a house…

…and realizes he can buy them himself.

This is how trouble starts.


Old School Wins

Thomas owns newer pieces, but ask him where his heart is and there’s not much hesitation.

Vintage.

Do you have favorite pieces?

Thomas: I like the old-school ones because they were made better. The paint jobs were better on them and lasted longer.

Some of my favorite pieces are the Victorian Dickens Christmas Carolers. I wish they had come out with more in that style.

I also have the four elves, which are really cool.

The Victorian-style carolers make sense as favorites.

vintage Victorian-style blow mold Carolers

They don’t simply look like Christmas decorations.

They look like Christmas itself—the idealized version we’ve collectively inherited from greeting cards, department-store windows and old holiday movies.

Thomas has plenty of more common molds too.

But that’s another thing collectors learn eventually:

Common doesn’t mean bad.

The Santa everybody’s seen a hundred times might be exactly the Santa somebody remembers from childhood.

Rarity can make something expensive.

It doesn’t necessarily make it meaningful.


Two Friends, $150 Each—and a Bunch of Light Cords

Then came the business.

Not with investors.

Not with a warehouse.

Not with some elaborate five-year entrepreneurial plan.

It started with Thomas asking his friend for help sourcing a light cord.

How did The Blow Mold Boys begin?

Thomas: The shop started about three years ago, in 2023.

We started out selling single C7 light cords.

The first year we didn’t sell many of them, and we thought it was a bust.

Then the next year, the C7 singles sold out.

That’s when things got interesting.

Thomas and his friend had each put approximately $150 into the venture.

Three hundred dollars total. Sounds like a winning Shark Tank pitch.

The first year wasn’t particularly encouraging.

Then customers showed up.

The partners reinvested what they made, purchasing additional cords and expanding into other products.

And Thomas found another way to feed the business:

buying and reselling blow molds.

Thomas: As we were doing that, I was buying blow molds and flipping them for more money to help with the business, which we still do today.

The Blow Mold Boys originated basically because I asked my friend to help me get light cords. I knew he was more savvy with that, and he did it.

We both started with $150 each.

We don’t take much of our profit for ourselves because we keep buying more products.

That’s a wonderfully unglamorous small-business origin story.

“Hey, can you help me get some light cords?”

Three years later, you’re running a blow mold business.


Selling the Stuff That Keeps the Old Stuff Glowing

Light cords were the beginning.

Today, The Blow Mold Boys carry a considerably broader selection of replacement electrical and mounting components.

Thomas lists:

C7 single light cords, C7 double light cords, E26 large-bulb light cord kits, backing plates, plastic and metal butterfly clips, C7 vampire sockets, male and female vampire plugs, and SPT-1 wire.

This might not sound as exciting as finding a rare Poloron at an estate sale.

But it’s an important part of keeping vintage blow molds alive.

A decoration manufactured decades ago can survive beautifully while its electrical hardware does not.

Plastic lasts.

Parts disappear.

Cords deteriorate.

Sockets fail.

Backing plates get lost.

And that’s how a perfectly good blow mold ends up sitting unlit in a garage.

It’s one of the themes I kept encountering while writing The Glow That Won’t Go Out.

Preservation isn’t always glamorous.

Sometimes saving Christmas means replacing a cord.


What Actually Sells?

Thomas gets to see another side of collecting that individual collectors don’t necessarily see:

what people are actually buying.

What kinds of blow molds are consistently popular?

Thomas: A lot of the more popular pieces I sell are the soldiers, Santas and snowmen.

People also like the hard-to-find ones.

There’s just one problem with those.

Thomas: Usually when I get those, I keep them.

And there it is.

The fundamental flaw in opening a business that sells the exact things you personally collect.

Imagine running a bakery while being incapable of selling any particularly good cake.

Thomas buys blow molds partly to resell.

Then something unusual appears.

He looks at it.

The business owner says:

Sell it.

The collector says:

Absolutely not.

Guess which one wins?


The Haunted House That Never Made It to the Customer

Thomas gave me a perfect example.

What’s the best part of running the shop?

Thomas: The best part about running my shop is that me and my buddy have been best friends for years.

We like to bring vintage Christmas back to people’s houses.

And the best part is the hunt for the blow molds.

You’re always on the hunt for pieces that you never thought you could find—or something you didn’t want to pay that high price for. Hello, HGTV or A&E – here’s your next holiday reality show.

One business purchase included a Halloween haunted-house blow mold.

Presumably, the rational plan was:

Buy collection.

Separate inventory.

Price haunted house.

Sell haunted house.

Make profit.

Instead:

Thomas kept the haunted house.

And apparently this wasn’t an isolated incident.

Thomas: Usually when I get it, I keep it for my own collection. For example, the Halloween haunted house I picked up in a lot for our business, but I ended up keeping it for myself—as I have with many other ones too.

I just can’t keep them all.

This is why accountants should probably never allow blow mold collectors to classify inventory.


What Should You Charge for a Vintage Blow Mold?

If Thomas sees the buying and selling side regularly, I wanted to know whether he had a formula for pricing.

The answer is refreshingly simple.

There isn’t one.

What’s your advice to somebody selling a blow mold?

Thomas: There’s no real advice I can give to someone trying to sell their blow molds because every year people want different ones.

One year I can sell soldiers like crazy. Other years I have trouble.

You’ve got to find what people like and price it not too high, not too low.

That’s an important lesson for anyone who looks at a price online and assumes:

That’s what mine is worth.

Not necessarily.

Collector markets move.

Demand changes.

Condition matters.

Location matters.

Season matters.

And most importantly:

An asking price is not automatically a selling price.

The hottest item this Christmas might sit unsold next year.

Thomas sees soldiers, Santas and snowmen move consistently, but even those categories fluctuate.

So if you’re selling?

Research comparable pieces.

Look at condition.

Pay attention to what people are actually purchasing.

And price it where another human being might realistically want to buy it.


The Thrill of the Hunt Is Still the Best Part

For all the practical aspects of running The Blow Mold Boys—cords, clips, sockets, inventory and pricing—the thing Thomas enjoys most isn’t especially complicated.

Finding stuff.

That’s the addiction underneath the entire hobby.

You don’t know what’s at the next yard sale.

You don’t know what somebody is about to list online.

You don’t know what’s hiding in the back of a garage.

You don’t know whether the lot you’re buying for resale contains something you’ve been hunting for yourself for ten years.

Thomas said it perfectly:

“You’re always on the hunt for pieces that you never thought you could find.”

Anyone can order something that’s readily available.

The unforgettable finds are the ones you weren’t expecting.

The haunted house buried in a lot.

The Santa priced incorrectly at an estate sale.

The decoration you’ve refused to pay collector prices for suddenly sitting in front of you for twenty bucks.

That’s why collectors keep looking even after they have 100 pieces.

Or 300.

Or 1,000.

You’re never searching only for another blow mold.

You’re searching for the find.


From Dad’s Yard to The Blow Mold Boys

There’s something appropriately circular about Thomas’s story.

His dad put blow molds outside.

Thomas fell in love with them.

As he got older, he bought new pieces for Dad’s display.

Eventually those pieces followed Thomas when he moved.

The collection grew.

Then a need for replacement lighting turned into a conversation with a friend.

Two buddies each put in $150.

They tried selling C7 cords.

It didn’t work particularly well.

Until it did.

Then they reinvested.

Added products.

Bought blow molds.

Sold blow molds.

Kept too many blow molds.

And somewhere along the way, The Blow Mold Boys became a business.

Not because somebody looked at market research and identified a lucrative opportunity in illuminated polyethylene Christmas decorations.

Because two friends liked this stuff.

That’s how some of the best niche businesses begin.


There’s Just One Problem

Thomas has more than 100 blow molds.

He buys additional blow molds for the business.

Sometimes he sells them.

Sometimes he accidentally becomes emotionally attached to the inventory and moves it into his personal collection.

So what is the hardest part of simultaneously operating The Blow Mold Boys and being a collector?

Thomas asks the question every serious blow mold collector eventually confronts:

“Where do you store it?”

There it is.

The final boss of blow mold collecting.

Not price.

Not rarity.

Not faded paint.

Square footage.

A ceramic Christmas ornament can fit in a box.

A blow mold Santa is basically another person living in your house.

Snowmen don’t nest.

Soldiers don’t fold.

Haunted houses stubbornly remain the size of haunted houses.

Eventually every collector looks around and realizes they no longer own a garage.

They own a blow mold storage facility that happens to have a garage door.

And yet Thomas keeps hunting.

Of course he does.

Because somewhere out there is another piece he never expected to find.


Keeping the Glow Alive—One Cord at a Time

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about why the people surrounding this hobby became such an important part of The Glow That Won’t Go Out.

Thomas represents another piece of that ecosystem.

There are the collectors who save these decorations.

The restorers who repair them.

The historians who document them.

The manufacturers creating new ones.

The people running displays.

And there are small businesses supplying the decidedly unromantic parts that allow an old decoration to light up again. Guys like Thomas. Guys like Tony DePasquale at blowmolds.com.

A vintage Santa without a functioning light is still a Santa.

But plug in a new cord…

Put him outside…

Wait until dark…

And suddenly somebody driving past sees exactly what Thomas saw when he was a kid looking at his father’s display.

That’s how this keeps going.

One collector becomes another.

One Christmas becomes the next.

And one old piece of plastic gets another December to glow.

Maybe Thomas and his buddy aren’t simply selling cords after all.

They’re selling another Christmas.


Meet the People Keeping the Glow Alive

Thomas and The Blow Mold Boys of Massapequa Park, New York, are part of a growing community of collectors, sellers, restorers and enthusiasts keeping vintage holiday blow molds in circulation.

The Glow That Won’t Go Out: The Complete Collector’s Guide to Vintage Holiday Blow Molds by Curtiss Wayne Andrews explores the manufacturers, history, identification, restoration and collecting culture behind these glowing pieces of American holiday history.

Because finding the blow mold is only half the story.

You’ve still got to plug the thing in.

“Dad, I Have a $500 Emergency”: Inside Hope Holubowicz’s Vintage Blow Mold Obsession

She grew up making annual Menards trips with her dad, built a collection of roughly 300 vintage blow molds, and eventually landed on Hoarding for the Holidays. But one legendary Marketplace haul required some creative family financing.

By Curtiss Wayne Andrews

There are emergencies.

Flat tires.

Broken water heaters.

Unexpected medical bills.

The transmission falls out of your car.

And then there are blow mold emergencies.

Hope Holubowicz once encountered the latter.

A Facebook Marketplace listing appeared containing approximately $1,000 worth of vintage blow molds.

There was only one problem.

Hope did not have $1,000.

What she did have were two parents.

So Hope independently contacted each of them and announced that she had a “$500 emergency.”

Mom sent $500.

Dad sent $500.

Problem solved.

At least until Mom and Dad eventually talked to each other.

Welcome to blow mold collecting.

Readers of The Glow That Won’t Go Out may already recognize Hope from my chapter featuring collector stories. Her story stood out to me because beneath all the collecting—and the comedy—is something that comes up again and again in this hobby.

Family.

Hope’s father helped introduce her to blow molds as a child. Years later, that relationship became part of her television appearance.

And somewhere in between came thrift stores, Beco Santas, a Don Featherstone jack-o’-lantern, approximately 300 pieces of glowing plastic…

…and one extremely questionable definition of the word “emergency.”

I had to know more.


Before There Was Marketplace, There Was Menards

When did you start collecting blow molds?

Hope: I would say I have been collecting blow molds for the last 10 years. It is hard to put an exact timeline on it because they had been a big part of my childhood during the early ’90s.

My personal collection started with thrifting.

Growing up, I spent a lot of time as a child going to rummage sales and thrift stores with both my mom and my aunt. Secondhand searching was a way of life for us.

I don’t have any early memories going into “real stores,” as my mom and aunt were always looking for a bargain.

That last sentence explains a lot.

Hope wasn’t introduced to collecting through an online collector group or price guide.

She was raised in the hunt.

Rummage sales.

Thrift stores.

Secondhand shops.

The possibility that something spectacular might be sitting on a shelf for five dollars because nobody else knew what it was.

But blow molds had another family connection.

Her dad.

Each year, Hope remembers going to Menards with him and choosing a new blow mold for the family’s Christmas display.

Those trips left an impression.

So did the glowing decorations themselves.

Years later, when Hope began spotting vintage blow molds while thrifting, something clicked.

She started bringing them home.

And then?

Well…

“It has been absolute, glorious havoc ever since.”


The $500 “Emergency”

Every collector has a story that probably sounds completely reasonable to other collectors and completely insane to everybody else.

This is Hope’s.

A Facebook Marketplace listing appeared in 2023.

The seller had accumulated a large collection.

The asking price was approximately $1,000.

Hope needed it.

Immediately.

There was just that minor funding problem.

So she texted Mom.

“I have a $500 emergency.”

Mom was visiting family in Pennsylvania and Venmoed the money.

Then Hope contacted Dad.

Same emergency.

Another $500.

A thousand dollars later, the blow molds were secured.

Hope repaid both parents within a week.

Then her parents happened to have a conversation.

Dad asked Mom whether she ever found out what Hope’s mysterious $500 emergency had been.

You can probably see where this is going.

The truth emerged.

The emergency was Christmas decorations.

Dad’s response?

“Hope, that is NOT an emergency.”

He then reportedly began explaining the types of situations that actually constitute emergencies.

Which was unnecessary.

Because every serious collector reading this already understands that a once-in-a-lifetime Marketplace blow mold haul clearly falls somewhere between house fire and medical evacuation on the emergency scale.

Sorry, Dad.

I’m siding with Hope.


The $25 Haunted House—and Her Holy Grail

That legendary haul produced one of Hope’s favorite pieces:

a green Haunted House she got for $25.

Hope's prized green Haunted House blow mold.

But her collection contains other favorites.

Which blow molds stand out the most?

Hope: I think for me my love for my Beco Santas and my Don Featherstone JOL bunch is not so much due to their value but how kitschy they both look.

Like I said in a local news interview:

“I am a 1990s baby living in a 1950s Christmas!”

That’s a pretty fantastic description of the appeal.

Because Hope isn’t merely collecting old Christmas decorations.

She’s curating an aesthetic.

The Beco Santas.

Hope's collection of vintage Beco Santas.

Vintage Halloween.

Mid-century colors.

Old appliances and fixtures.

Christmas decorations that look like they escaped from somebody’s living room decades ago.

Her most expensive blow mold purchase to date was $175 for a Don Featherstone Happy Halloween jack-o’-lantern group.

It’s also what Hope calls her holy grail.

Hope's holy grail find - a Happy Halloween Don Featherstone piece.

And that’s an important distinction.

Expensive doesn’t automatically mean beloved.

Rare doesn’t automatically mean desirable.

The best collection is ultimately a reflection of the person assembling it.

Hope knows exactly what hers is supposed to look like.

Kitschier the better.


Then Instagram Delivered a Very Suspicious Message

By the time Hope had built a substantial collection, she had begun sharing it online.

Then one day a message appeared on Instagram.

Someone claimed to be interested in putting her on television.

Hope’s immediate reaction was reasonable:

I’m being catfished.

How did Hoarding for the Holidays find you?

Hope: I received a message on Instagram from one of the producers or casting directors saying that they loved my collection and personality from watching my saved stories.

At first I thought I was being catfished.

One day after school I was checking my personal email and saw the message. I went into my co-teacher’s classroom and showed her.

We were both thinking, “Yeah right, next comes the question of sending my credit card information.”

But that moment never came.

Instead, Hope went through three rounds of interviews.

Then the network selected her.

And suddenly a woman who describes herself as a typical thirty-something working a typical job—and who admits she has an easier time spending money on old plastic yard ornaments than saving it—was preparing to have her collection filmed for television.


Three Days of Filming—and One Very Important Co-Star

Production lasted three days. Hope said the production crew was the nicest group of people she’s ever met. “They made me feel so at home in my own home going through such a new and different experience of acting!”

Hope and her dad with the production crew of Hoarding for the Holidays, episode #1 "A Real Life Elf."

But Hope’s collection wasn’t the only thing producers found interesting.

They noticed Hope and her father together.

How much of the father-daughter relationship was real?

According to Hope:

All of it.

Hope: Because of the dynamic between my dad and me—he is my best friend and nothing about our on-camera banter was acted—the casting directors wanted our father-daughter story to be a part of the show.

After all, my dad is the one who got me into blow molds back when I was a child.

That makes their scenes considerably better.

Hope and her dad filming for HGTV's Hoarding for the Holidays, episode #1 "A Real Life Elf."

You’re not watching two people manufacture banter for television.

You’re watching a father who helped create a collector…

…now dealing with the consequences.

And apparently there have been consequences.

One involves a Tasmanian Devil.


The Taz Incident

During Hope’s childhood, her father owned a Tasmanian Devil blow mold. Yes, the same one I wrote about here. Small world.

Then, sometime in the early 2000s, somebody stole it from the family’s yard.

Hope says:

“He has never fully recovered from it.”

Having spent enough time talking to blow mold collectors, I believe her.

This is another strange characteristic of these decorations.

People remember them.

You can describe an old blow mold somebody hasn’t seen in thirty years and suddenly they remember exactly where it stood.

Beside the garage.

Under the front window.

Next to the mailbox.

And if somebody stole it?

Apparently the statute of limitations on emotional resentment does not apply.

Dad, if you’re reading this:

I hope Taz finds his way home someday. Or, if you’re longing for a replacement I think they’re going for around $900 these days.


“I Am Not a Hoarder”

There’s one part of the television experience Hope would particularly like to clarify.

The title.

Hoarding for the Holidays.

Hope has a response.

Hope would like the record corrected

Hope: I want to set the record straight—I am in fact not a hoarder but a collector.

And with roughly 300 blow molds, she has certainly committed to the distinction.

Her collection isn’t thrown indiscriminately into a pile.

Hope says her pieces live inside her home, rather than being subjected to outdoor weather.

They’re part collection, part decoration and part lifestyle.

Which leads to one of the strongest differences between Hope and some of the other collectors I’ve interviewed.


New Blow Molds? Hope Has Thoughts.

Some collectors happily mix vintage Empire with brand-new Gemmy.

Hope does not.

What’s your opinion of newer blow molds?

Hope: I don’t own any blow molds that are post-1990s.

Like much else in life—such as my Frigidaire turquoise stove, or my Kohler aqua matching sink and toilet—they don’t make it like they used to!

I find new blow molds cheap.

No offense to anyone who likes ’em!

I am not here to yuk your yum.

And this is why interviewing collectors is more interesting than declaring that there’s one correct way to collect.

Brandon Gress told me he happily mixes old and new and believes we’re living through a blow mold renaissance.

Richard Gierlich has gone so far as to make new blow molds.

Hope?

Give her the old stuff.

That’s collecting.

People develop preferences.

They debate.

They disagree.

And ultimately everybody goes home and plugs in whatever makes them happy.

Hope’s house just happens to stop somewhere around 1999.


How to Find Blow Molds in the Wild

Hope started as a thrifter.

So I wanted to know whether someone can still build a collection that way.

Her answer?

Yes.

But you’re going to have to work harder.

What’s your advice for someone starting today?

Hope: Now they are hard to come by in thrift stores, but every now and then I have some good luck.

The key to thrifting is going regularly, and to your least favorite stores.

That’s where the random unicorn sits waiting to be found—not at your favorite shop.

That might be my favorite collecting advice I’ve heard yet.

Everyone searches the obvious places.

The antique mall known for vintage Christmas?

Already picked.

The trendy thrift store with carefully curated displays?

Everybody checks it.

That slightly depressing thrift shop you don’t particularly enjoy visiting?

That’s where your $8 Beco Santa is hiding.

Go there.


Hope’s Four Rules of Blow Mold Collecting

Hope gave me four pieces of advice.

They’re worth preserving almost exactly as she gave them.

1. Spend decent money on decent-condition pieces. Hope isn’t interested in badly faded or heavily weathered examples, particularly because her approximately 300 blow molds are displayed indoors.

2. Once you buy one, expect to lose sleep over buying your next. There is currently no known cure.

3. Replace questionable old electrical components. Hope replaces aging cords and uses LED bulbs in her collection.

And finally:

4. Understand that blow mold collecting is not for the faint of heart.

Most people won’t understand why you care so much about old plastic Christmas decorations.

Hope thinks that’s part of what makes the community special.

I think she’s right.


A 1990s Kid Living in a 1950s Christmas

There’s something wonderfully circular about Hope’s story.

As a kid, Dad took her to Menards.

They picked out a blow mold.

They brought it home.

They plugged it in.

Years pass.

The kid grows up.

She starts thrifting.

One blow mold comes home.

Then another.

Then approximately 298 more.

Eventually a television producer discovers her collection online and puts Hope and her dad on a television show about people who are completely, hopelessly obsessed with Christmas.

And somewhere in the middle of it all, Hope needs an emergency $1,000.

When I was writing The Glow That Won’t Go Out, stories like Hope’s became as important to me as documenting manufacturers and identifying old molds.

Because objects don’t create traditions by themselves.

People do.

A Beco Santa isn’t nostalgic because it was manufactured decades ago.

It’s nostalgic because somebody remembers it.

A blow mold becomes special when Dad bought it.

Grandma displayed it.

The family drove past it.

Someone rescued it from a thrift store.

Someone else spent twenty years trying to replace the one that was stolen.

The plastic survives.

But people provide the glow.

Hope describes herself as:

“A 1990s baby living in a 1950s Christmas.”

I can’t think of a better way to explain why vintage blow molds are still here.

Every generation borrows a little Christmas from the one before it.

Then adds something of its own.

And passes the glow along.


Meet More of the Collectors in The Glow That Won’t Go Out

Hope Holubowicz and her wonderfully questionable $500 emergency are featured in The Glow That Won’t Go Out: The Complete Collector’s Guide to Vintage Holiday Blow Molds by Curtiss Wayne Andrews.

The book explores the history, manufacturers, identification, restoration and collecting culture behind vintage holiday blow molds—and the amazing people who refuse to let these pieces disappear.

If you grew up staring at a glowing Santa through the back seat window…

this book was written for you.