There wasn’t a grand plan. No glittering showroom. No giant team. No overnight magic. There was just... me. A girl quietly restarting her life. One piece at a time. One step at a time. After everything had once fallen apart. In my late 20s, while most stories around me seemed to move fast, I stood still — lost, bruised, and rebuilding. I wasn’t sure where I was headed, but I knew I wanted to create something mine. Something delicate, but strong. Something that reminded me — and every woman like me — that we are still golden, even when the world makes us feel rusted. That’s how House of Tanmira was born.