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And here we are a little later all dressed up for a fancy dress ball in clothes that our amazing Mother had run up on her pedal powered Singer sewing machine. Ann remembers the reason for the black eye—she had had an altercation with a barbed-wire fence.
Now that we have had kids of our own, and endured the drama and agony of trying to get kids dressed for dress-up events at school, we have a profound admiration for how easily and gladly Mum used to rise to such occasions. Compared to the crepe paper and cardboard efforts we made with our own kids, these Jean Hunt productions were worthy of Hollywood.