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 'And as you’d hope from a play about tailoring, the costumes by Frankie Bradshaw are immaculate. I mean, a crushed velvet suit in bright plum complete with a dusky green wide-brimmed hat? Yes please.' **** Evening Standard

'Directed by Lynette Linton with the most delicate sense of balance, it emerges as warm, wistful and as full of richly coloured threads as the clothes that hang on rails above Frankie Bradshaw’s crowded set, rising and falling like waves as Walter (Arinzé Kene) dreams of his glorious future.' **** Whatsonstage

'Bradshaw wires you into the heart of the action. The 70s are summoned in an orange onesie for a determined woman, a rose-tinted velvet suit with wide brown reveres for her raffish admirer, a trilby for the man who has commissioned the trouser tucking. Dreamlike, the past drifts on in the form of a stately, straw-hatted Windrush matriarch; the future in the shape of a young black man in tracksuit and earphones. Garments become scenery as clothes rails crowded with shirts swish down from on high, but this decor is never only naturalistic: amid the clutter of Singer sewing machines, tape measures and bolts of cloth, the shirts arrive like lovely promises, but also, being bodyless, like wraiths.' The Observer
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