House of Riga is not just a brand.
It is a memory I chose to hold on to.

Long before this had a name, I watched my mother, Ritu, sit quietly with fabrics, threads, and books she had bought just to learn. There was no formal training, no big plan just a quiet determination to understand, to create, to make something with her own hands. She learned the way love learns
slowly, patiently, without needing to be seen. There were days of trial, of unravelling stitches, of starting over. And there were days when something came together so beautifully, even she would pause and smile. I think that’s where this began. House of Riga is my way of carrying her world forward of taking those quiet moments and giving them a place to live beyond our home.