SIMPLE LIVING IN SCOTLAND AND AT MY HOUSE

Oban, Inner Hebrides, Scotland

 A few midwinter days at the beach have left me time for new reading.  I found (or it found me) Scottish Stories by Molly Ella on Substack.  She writes about her slow and simple life in the Scottish Highlands.  Well, three falls ago we spent some time in Scotland in the Inner Hebrides, some absolutely wonderful time staying in Oban on the Bay and taking ferries all about to islands and eating langoustines whenever possible.  My grandmother was a Chisholm, the clan whose dress plaid is red and whose hunting plaid is brown.  It's not easy to find the Chisholm plaid but we work at it. Then just two falls ago our grandson entered St. Andrews University and is biking to class and enjoying living by the North Sea.  So how could I not be attracted to Scottish Stories by Molly Ella?

She writes about frugal living.  I too was raised that way.  We did all home repairs ourselves.  We took staycations (not a word then) more often than not.  We ate out, if at all, at cafeterias and burger havens.  My mother made hodgepodge almost every night.  A real summer treat was a mug of frosty root beer at A&W drive-in. We went to free movies in the park in summer and skated free on the pond in winter.  The public schools had free summer enrichment classes in which I was unfailingly enrolled. We went sledding on local hills and public golf courses.  The St. Louis art museum was free, the Jewel Box Botanical Garden and the St. Louis zoo the same.  My mother got something new to wear once a year and that was at Christmas.  I'm sure she didn't own a pair of boots other than galoshes.  She waited for the school bus with her students and was beloved by them.  Somehow, then and now, none of this was a deprivation.  Materialism had no place in my childhood.  Education, yes, but not consumerism. 

Molly Ella says that living frugally can be positive for our mental health and cites the research (see Journal of Consumer Psychology).  I agree.  Thrift originally meant to thrive.  Lessening or eliminating the stress of debt is emotionally freeing.  Savoring and appreciating  (I did not chug that root beer) stretches the positive experience.  Spending less usually means working less which ups our work-life balance.  This is true even as a retiree:  if I'm not scrolling the outlet sites or running up to TJMax, I have more time to garden, read, chat, you name it.  

Somehow, without planning, I have been having a low-buy year.  Last July when my husband had surgery and I became an at-home caregiver, I realized how little of a wardrobe I needed.  And that's when I decided not to buy any new clothes this year.  So far I am not failing. 😊  The upside, besides time and money saved, is that I'm making all sorts of combinations with what's in my closet. I'm being creative.  The time I'm saving also leaves more room for knitting and I've finished a neck warmer that enlivens every sweater I have.  Then too, knitting goes well with movie watching which is great on winter weekends.  My alcohol-free January (which started late December) fits in with a low-buy year--great savings there--part of which I have dedicated to flowers or candles when I pass by the wine section at the grocery store.  With no wine on the menu, I'm losing weight (slimming, as the British say) which means some lovely trousers in the back of my closet now fit, so more variety at no cost.  

So of course, with all this going on, I am attracted to a newsletter by a young Scottish woman on her intentional living.  Simple, intentional, frugal, slow . . . a good fit for me right now.  Maybe for you too.  

                                        Thanks for reading, Nina Naomi