Love in the time of Colonies

Still in time-traveling mode, Prim also visited Colonial Williamsburg this summer. 

She found something that she never thought she'd find.

Love.



Well here's what happened.


Prim, as usual, made friends with the locals.  In this case, the local Colonists. 

 

 

The Colonial women were very eager to give Prim advice on which hat to choose, and boy, there were a lot to choose from.   

 

Luckily, there were elf-size hats, too.

And as Prim was trying to decide between the blue and the green and the purple ribbon, she spotted a handsome young Colonist across the way. 

He was tall, fair, and handsome.  And he had undeniable style.  The hat, the collar, the buttons on his coat, the pink trousers.  Everything made Prim swoon. 

But what Prim eventually realized is that, just as she must one day return to the North Pole, the young Colonist was destined to live out his days in Williamsburg.  Alas, he could not join her in her travels.



Eh, oh well.  Prim went back to the hats.  She finally decided on the one with the blue ribbon.   

Pilgrim Prim

While in our nation's capital this summer, Prim visited the site of the legendary Jamestown Settlement. 

 

And it got her thinking. 

 

What would life have been like if she had been an elf in another era?  What if she didn't get to take vacations during the off season?  What if the children she watched over didn't believe in her magical powers? 

 

What if...she wasn't a magical elf at all, but a pilgrim?! 

 

Where would she have fit in among all the other settlers?

 

 

Would she have been a clergy-elf, in charge of ensuring religious freedom?

 

Would she have been a worker in the armory, in charge of issuing shields and sheaths?

Would she have been a farrier or a blacksmith with her own workshop?

Would she have been in charge of the cannons, overseeing the defense of the settlement?

 

 

Eh, probably none of the above.  Elves are known for their magic, not their work ethic.  Prim was exhaused just thinking about all that living history stuff... 

 

Statuesque Prim

While Prim was in D.C., she visited a few dudes cast in bronze throughout the city. 

 

 

Dude #1:  Mr. Theodore Roosevelt, playing an eternal game of High Five, Low Five. 

 

Prim wasn't even the size of a button on his coat.

 

Dude #2:  Mr. Albert Einstein.  I'll bet if he knew how famous his face would become, he'd have spent a little money on botox.  

Prim wasn't even as big as his nose. 

Dude #3:  Mr. Junipero Serra, the friar who founded the chain of California missions.  I'll bet if he knew he'd be standing in the Capitol forever, he'd have worn nicer shoes.  

With all the statues and memorials throughout D.C., Prim thought that the North Pole would be better represented.  But then again, that's why she's running for President.  Maybe you'll see her in bronze someday...

Prim for President

As the 2012 campaigns heat up, Prim's got her sights set on Washington, D.C. 

 

 

No, really.  She's looking at the Washington Monument from the top of the Old Post Office tower.  See: 

 

 

 

 

Prim's prepared to be the first representative from the North Pole to weasel her way into the White House. 

 

 

Literally, she's trying to hop the fence.  See:

 



 

 

 

 

 

Since Prim is so serious about her own campaign, she asked me to release her official portrait:

As of right now, Prim's leading the polls amongst people who like Ben & Jerry's banana peanut butter flavored Greek frozen yogurt.  So, basically, there's a lot more campaigning to be done.

Newport Beach

Summer in Newport Beach.  'Nuff said. 

 

The Happiest Place on Earth

What's a vacation away from the North Pole without a visit to Disneyland?  Like any good tourist, Prim wanted to visit the House of the Mouse and see for herself if it really was the Happiest Place on Earth.

The only problem is that Disneyland is overrun with excited, inquisitive children who all know about the story of the Elf on the Shelf and who all wholeheartedly believe in the elf's magical powers.  So not wanting to risk exposing the fact that she's an Elf off the Shelf, Prim experienced most of Disneyland from the pocket of my purse. 

In California Adventure, she did, however, get to experience the terror and horror of Mickey's Fun Wheel. 

But how can Mickey's Fun Wheel be horrible?  What could possibly be bad about a giant ferris wheel?  It's a wheel of fun for goodness sake!

See the beautiful views of the park from up on the fun wheel? 

 

See how high the fun wheel takes you? 

See how you have to hang on for dear life as your pod on the fun wheel swings back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth as the fun wheel goes round and round and round and round? 

 

Well, as it turns out, Prim is prone to motion sickness.

At least whatever Disney Imagineer dreamed up the fun wheel had the foresight to include barf bags in each pod.  That made it fun for everyone.  

       

Antique hunting

The time has come to recount Prim's most exciting adventure yet. 

Antique shopping in Lodi.

Prim was quite fascinated by all the old knick-knacks.  She just doesn't see this kind of stuff back in the North Pole. 

But then again, who isn't fascinated by antique pillows?  

And who wouldn't want to own an antique toilet seat?

And why would anyone pass up the chance to buy a miniature antique hairdresser's chair?

And who, praytell, wouldn't want to wear an antique cowboy hat with their antique wedding dress?

Antique E.T., that's who.