Foxglove Market & Studio

Wonderful, unusual selection of home goods and fabulous, locally grown flowers arranged by the proprietress herself. (And visited by the Prez!) gotta go

I don’t know much about botany, horticulture or biology in general, but I do know two very important things about flowers:
1. They wield incredible power. A bouquet of flowers can transform me from average dude to people’s hero. Women smile at me. Men envy me. Bad drivers start to cut me off but then reverently swerve out of my way, like nah, this dude’s on his shit right now, respect. Whether you aim to congratulate, apologize, or venture into the all-​powerful realm of NO REASON FLOWERS, a well-​chosen bouquet can provide it all. Confidence. Immunity from blame. THE WORLD IS YOURS.
2. They are horrible to buy. I’ve ordered flowers online, picked through them at big-​chain supermarkets and overpaid for them at fancy florists. Unless you know exactly what kind you’re looking for, prepare for a world of overwhelming varieties and colors. What’s classic in one book is cliché in another; what’s trendy here is tacky there. What looked beautiful online is inexplicably unbloomed on arrival. And no matter what you choose and how much you budget, the price range and constant upselling leaves you feeling a little unsettled.
And then there’s Foxglove. Located on Grand near Brasa, at first glance, it appears to be a fairly-​straightforward home goods store for the Pinterest crowd. Inside you’ll find a tightly curated, impeccably displayed assortment of bottles, candles, and paper goods. Quaint, crisp items that you’d associate with words like «vintage,» «craft» and «artisanal.» Basically, stuff that I know nothing about, but that my girlfriend — and probably your girlfriend, mom, partner, friend with discerning taste, whatever — would probably love.
(Here is where I segue into discussing the flower selection. People who actually know things about flowers will probably want to skip ahead.)
But the real highlight is the NEXT LEVEL FLOWER GAME Y’ALL. Giant puffballs that look like clouds strung together with twine. Tiny, vibrantly colored petals with delicate sawtoothed edges in perfectly concentric circles. Dried clusters of flowers that look like Rubik’s Cubes made of popcorn. Deep reds that arch and plummet down from the vase like the flower version of the Rolling Stone tongue logo. Big-​ass grass. Sunflowers so huge that you’d think they were exposed to TGRI ooze before being stolen by a Foot Ninja for the Shredder to create Tokka and Rahzar.
But that’s the kicker: all the flowers are sourced locally, with zero chemicals. Look, I’m a dude who still occasionally finds my way into the Walmarts and Taco Bells of the world. But there’s something nice about having someone do the work for you to insure that your hun’s flowers are natural and local. The flowers are also seasonal, meaning the selection stays fresh — in terms of liveliness, as well as in terms of new assortments, and also kind of in the way rap guys say it.
Christine, the owner, is incredibly kind and patient. She’s helped me with small bouquets of NO REASON FLOWERS as well as a bigger project involving delivery and creative oversight and design. She gets excited, I get excited and the recipient is always super excited. Service is always incredible — almost too good, like I want to pay more. But it’s like mere cash wouldn’t suffice. It’d need to be something more meaningful. More momentous.
Like flowers. From Foxglove.