The thing is, those shoes don't even really work as letting-it-go footwear. I have a secret liking for the Hotter shoes catalogue. Don't get me wrong, I don't wear the things, but I gaze at them and sigh wistfully at the thought of what bliss it must be to just let-it-all-go, don the elasticated waist slacks and the beige latticed wide-fitting footwear, have my hair cut sensible and short and basically surrender to the loving embrace of late middle age. Not only does this government expect me to continue working for a full 17 years beyond what I expected when I entered the workforce, but I feel the pressure to continue looking fashionable and attractive at least 20 years past the time when previous generations thought, "Nah, done all that, where's me custard creams?"
So I feel envy for those women who do just not bother, as well as sneaking admiration and gratitude that someone is contesting the idea that we can all look like Madonna in our 50s.
But I also think those shoes look horribly halfway houseish, like you're trying to look quite stylish while not at all. If you're going to let it go you should REALLY let it go, I reckon.