Regarding “Packing to Avoid Extra Fees” by Ellise Pierce (More for Your Money, Jul 21): Ridiculous essay that creates a elementary theme distant too complicated. Below is my time-honored list of what a well-dressed lady needs for a month in a ascetic climate. we always transport in early open or late tumble when a leaves are off a trees, so affording an glorious perspective of a architecture.
Only cloak compulsory is a raincoat with an trustworthy hood. Then we need one span of slacks, one skirt, one jumper or dress, one vest, 5 tops (one matches a dress and a slacks and a others are turtlenecks or ridicule turtles in discretionary colors or stripes). All a categorical pieces of a habit are black, in packable fabric, including a raincoat.
This is a sum of 10 pieces, all transmutable to be ragged mixed times. Add colorful skinny scarves and a vast black cashmere hang for a craft and cold weather. All we need are several pairs of black tights, underwear, gloves and dual pairs of boots (one for walking prolonged distances, one for walking shorter distances; conjunction are jaunty boots and one span might be boots).
I get all this in a smashing carry-on bag that fits underneath a chair in front of me. we lift a black nylon purse with a shoulder tag and that’s it.
Time and again, I’ve been complimented on my intelligent coming by both group and women who have no thought I’m wearing a same few pieces day in, day out. Once we try this, we will never again overpack. It’s liberating over belief.
Road trips in honeyed harmony
The minute [July 14] about Ruth Kramer’s Ziony’s tip about singing on highway trips was really sentimental for me. During highway trips as a kid, some of my fondest memories were when my father, my sister and we sang while my mom sensitively knitted her latest project. . People who are unprotected to song are famous to be clever denunciation students.
It’s all ‘so San Francisco’
Thank we so many for a smashing essay about that enchanting city by a brook [“San Francisco during Iconic Speed” by Christopher Reynolds, Jul 21] . My mom and we used to go there when my mom was alive and vital in Stinson Beach. After one not-so-hot motel there, we found a St. Francis and headed there after any revisit with my mother.
In those days, it had Dewey’s sports bar, a good mark for a bloody mary to start a morning, and a Compass Rose to come home to for a nightcap and some good jazz combos.
It was also an easy transport to some of a favorite spots that Reynolds mentioned, such as Sear’s for breakfast and a EO. But we desired holding a wire automobile to a really favorite grill on each trip, a Tadich Grill, or another wire automobile to a Buena Vista for an Irish coffee or cooking during McCormick Kuleto’s and another wire automobile for cooking during a Fairmont’s Tonga Room.
We also desired Scoma’s. Reynolds’ essay mentioned so many of a favorite things to do, that a late, good Herb Caen used to call “so San Francisco.”
Bob and Donna Tucker
Unhappy with pro’s advice
I saw Catharine Hamm’s recommendation to use Wendy Perrin’s transport experts [“Travel Pro Can Make All a Difference,” On a Spot, Jul 28]. we used one of her endorsed experts for a outing to Greece. It was not a pleasing experience.
We stayed in hotels a consultant recommended, many of them approach overpriced. When we complained to a transport representative about a beds, plumbing and other problems, she responded that she hadn’t listened of prior complaints and that she could not do anything. The transport representative stayed during this hotel frequently. we contacted Perrin to give her feedback; we never listened a response.
People should be discreet in following her lists.