Rusty Rose – Steampunk Top Hat For Classy Ladies
Peta gazed longingly at the steampunk top hat for ladies. It was perched on the head of a ginger lady mannequin, who had pale skin and light orange lips. She thought perhaps she could purchase a top hat that would make her seem intriguing enough to be invited to all the balls at the Law Society. Right now, she was being left out of invitations, even though she was a well-respected lawyer.
Well, she’d set society right by buying this amazing hat. She peered closely at the card. It said it was called “Rusty Rose”. Why, that sounded lovely!
The hat featured brass goggles with many levers and gears, a brass chain, and a bright red rose to top it off. She didn’t even need to glance at the price, having plenty of cash in her small leather-bound wallet.
She stood there and smiled. Yes, this hat would do nicely. The members of the Law Society would be fascinated by the mechanisms and the tech.
Isn’t she lovely?
She jumped back when the mannequin’s head turned towards her. Its eyes blinked. “Hello, please come into the shop. You’ll be pleased with the Rusty Rose’s special features. Sure to impress.”
Peta walked closer. “How is it you speak?” She’d heard of such wonders but hadn’t experienced them in her small village.
The mannequin refused to speak further, settling back into nonchalance. That settled it. Peta headed to the door and entered.
The Magical Hat
“Yes? How may I help you?” asked the shopkeeper’s son, Sam.
“I’d like to see that Rusty Rose steampunk top hat in the display case out front,” she replied.
“An excellent choice, m’lady,” the youth said, striding over to the window and removing the hat from its stand. “Now, there is something about this hat,” he added.
“Yes?” asked Peta.
“Not only does it grant the wearer knowledge and style, but something else,” Sam added.
“Okay?” she said, getting impatient.
“This hat will grant the wearer clarity of mind. It will help you to focus and find solutions.” He assisted her by perching it on top of her head. “Good. It’s a perfect fit!”
“It does look fantastic,” Peta said, gazing at the mirror. “Why, I just love the goggles.”
“So, do you have a use for it, ma’am?” Sam asked her.
Peta pondered on the hat. Of course it was perfect. She twisted this way and that admiring it. “I love it! I’ll take it!”
“Wonderful!” he said. “I shall box it up for you. Cash or credit?”
“Cash, of course,” she replied.
He tucked it into the hatbox, took her payment, then handed the box over. “Where will you wear it first?”
Peta clutched the box in her hands. “Well, I was going to wear it to impress the members of the Law Society, but I’ve changed my mind.”
“Yes?” Sam asked, greatly curious.
“I’m going to wear it to assist my clients who have been wrongly accused of crimes.”
“Oh, but it would look smashing at one of the balls,” Sam said, protesting.
“No, I don’t have time for that anymore. Thank you,” she said. As she left the shop she mentally began preparing a defence for her latest client. Thoughts came to her like rabbits out of a magician’s hat. Only this time, it was the magical steampunk top hat, the Rusty Rose.