The past two years have been a painful period of growth as I faced the potential of losing something I had put every inch of my heart and soul into. It made me reflect on the HARA journey and more so the beginning, the time when it was just me and a dream. The dream of a clothing label that represented something more then just the the physical piece but a way of life. It made me realise how potent that part of the journey was. The safe space of those four walls allowed the intimate process of endless daydreaming, journaling, drawing, talking to myself for the vision to grow like a seed. Gently taking care of it, watering it, feeding it, protecting it from anything that could interfere with the birth of the idea. There is nothing quite like the relationship between a girl and her room.