Once a year, my mum descended the stairs of our suburban semi-detached house dressed for the annual dinner and dance at the insurance company where my father spent his entire working life. She was the most exquisitely glamorous creature I had ever seen in my life.

This show is a love letter to my mum who left us last year; to sequins, shimmer, and the froth of tulle; and to every little queer kid who knows the pleasure of playing furtively with their mum’s jewellery box.