I remember my maternal grandma, she was probably only mid seventies when she died, but my recollections of her were always of an old lady, only she probably wasn't by today's standards. A couple of her sisters, maiden great aunts who lost their fiances in the Great War all wore a uniform of pleated skirts, blouses and cardigans, they all had white hair which was kind of, fairly short and set and wasn't coloured. That generation didn't really do anything much with hair, it was just stuck there on top of their heads in a nondescript way, no distinguishing styles they tended to look like the rest of their peer group. In my mind it was a ubiquitous old lady look. On their feet, they wore lace up shoes that had oval toes and a small Cuban type heel. It occurred to me recently when I was looking at some old photos of other relatives circa 1920s that would have been similar to the style of shoe they would have worn then, heel height wise anyway.
Possibly somewhere down the line in say a 100 or so years in the future, descendants will look at photos of us and think something along the lines of "look at them they're all wearing the same type of shoe, trainers, ankle boots or sliders", depending on the time of year. By that time someone will have discovered the secret of eternal youth, or if not, they'll merely be so botoxed, face lifted and expressionless, they'll think we looked really odd and old because we're smiling and our laughter lines maybe visible, even if we don't feel we look old now compared to how we perceived our own grandmothers. Maybe!
