Ms. Moss Potter — Local services in Houston

Bought a nice piece from her about a year ago at a pop up and I guess that’s the only way to buy from her. I have tried multiple times to reach her about times her shop is open and when I plan to visit. Despite showing up at the time she said she would be open, she was not there nor did she respond to messages. Not the first or even 2nd time it’s happened. I was looking for a gift for my mother for her birthday and was lucky enough to find “Another place in time” which was a few minutes away and the staff there was super helpful and friendly. I recommend going there before considering Ms. Moss Potter. I’d like to reiterate that I had a pleasant experience originally but despite her shop being in transitioning period, according to her always outdated website, the level of professionalism recently is very...

I visited Ms. Moss Potter’s shop searching for something meaningful to remember my beautiful and most beloved grandmother by. After speaking for a bit with the most compassionate and knowledgeable owner, Priscilla, we decided to co-create a gorgeous living terrarium that incorporates her ashes. I not only took her personalized class so that I can understand the intricacies of building a personalized ecosystem, but also to be a part of my grandmother’s journey.🦋 The finished product and the therapy involved while forming this ethereal world, brought my soul to tears of healing and remembrance.🕊️ One cannot say enough about this fantastic place and I for one cannot wait to go...

My husband was so gracious as to surprise me with a terrarium that he purchased online. He had it delivered to me through DoorDash. Well when it got to me at work it looked like trash in an old tequila bottle. Naturally, we found the place and tried to exchange it. The “employee” who never acknowledged a patron or looked up from her book, told us she could not help us. She stated, “I just work here, why don’t you instagram my boss”. She then went back to reading her book. I am now stuck with a piece of tequila trash and my...