Only the other day, I was recalling to my sister, how as a young lad in the late 1940's, when at my grandfather's house, I found amusement in watching my teenage Aunt and her friends, with a mirror placed on a kitchen chair which they stood on a table, they would prepare to hit the town by using a very orange looking 'pan-stick', colour their legs, then draw a black 'seam' down the back of the legs to emulate expensive unavailable stockings. Clouds of face-powder would be floating in the air while perfectly good eyebrows were butchered in favour of those drawn on with a pencil . A slash of red across the lips, a dab of 'Evening in Paris' behind the ears and having transformed themselves from bonnie young lasses with beautiful skin, into rather scary garishly coloured 'femme-fatale's, off they went to wow the local young men with their sophistication.
Clearly things have moved on a tad. 
