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缘分婚纱

(2007-10-11 22:26:36)
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  圣诞节我收到了男友送的订婚戒指。我俩约会将近一年,都感觉是时候一起迈向神圣的婚姻殿堂了。
  整个一月份我们都在准备六月里那个完美的阿拉巴马婚礼。妈妈、两个姐姐和我一起去离家最近的市镇汉兹维尔的婚庆用品店买婚纱。婚纱之于我的婚礼可是至关重要的。
  那天我们一路上讲着无聊的笑话,分享着美好的时光。可到了下午还没有找到我所向往的婚纱,大家就都笑不起来了。两个姐姐准备放弃,要等第二天去另一个市镇找找看,但我强迫她们又走进一家精品服饰店。
  我们走进了这家古色古香的小精品店,到处充满了鲜花的香气,我预感到会有好事发生。一个上了年纪的店员给我们看了几套大小合适价格适中的礼服,但没有合我意的。就在我开门准备离开时,孤注一掷的店主声称她的店里还有一套婚纱,价格昂贵,我穿上也不会合身,或许我想看看。她拿出那套婚纱时,我高兴得尖叫起来。
  这就是我盼望已久的!
  我立刻冲进试衣间换上那件婚纱。尽管这衣服大了两码而且高出了预计的费用,我还是说服妈妈买下了它。这家店很小不提供改衣的服务,但我兴奋地认为在我们镇上也可以改好这件婚纱。
  可是激动并不能解决所有的问题。周一早晨当镇上的裁缝店通知我,因为婚纱的上半部分有许多手工缝制的珍珠和圆形闪光片所以改不了,我的世界顿时一片黑暗。我打电话去那家服饰店咨询,却只听见电话答录机的声音。
  一位朋友给了我一个电话号码,那是一位在家里承接裁缝活儿的女士,住在镇的另一边。当时我极度失望,可以为此不惜一切,所以决定打电话给她。
  我去了她那坐落在镇边上的白色小房子里,她仔细地检查了礼服,又请我试穿。她在礼服的肩部和边缘插了一些别针,然后告诉我两天后去取。她可真帮了我大忙。
  然而,去取的日子临近了,我却越来越怀疑。我怎么能蠢到把一件价值1200元美元的婚纱留给一个我完全不了解的人呢?如果她改糟了怎么办?我甚至不清楚她是否能缝上一个钮扣。
  感谢老天我的担心都是多余的。礼服看起来完好如初,而且合身得就好像是为我量身定做的一样。我向这个可爱的女士道谢并付给她一笔不低的费用。
  小问题是解决了,却迎来了更大的问题。情人节那天,我的未婚夫打电话来,“桑迪,我想明白了,我还没有作好结婚的准备。”他硬生生地告诉我,“在安定下来之前我想出去旅行几年,多些人生经验。”
  他为取消婚礼对我造成的不便道了歉,很快离开了小城。
  我的世界瞬间崩溃。我又气又伤心却不知道该怎么办。日子一周一周滑落,过了好几个月我才慢慢恢复过来。
  就在那年的秋天,有一天我在超市排队,听见有人在叫我的名字。我转头去看,看见那位为我改礼服的女人。她客气地问到我的婚礼,为婚礼被取消而表示震惊,却又表示这对我或许是件好事。
  我再次感谢她为我改好的婚纱,并向她保证礼服保管得很好,总有一天我会穿上它挽着我的真命天子走向神圣的殿堂。那个女人眼里闪着光,她开始给我讲她的独生子提姆的事。尽管我对约会的事不感兴趣,她还是说服我去见了他。

  就在一年后,我终于还是圆满了我的夏季婚礼。我穿着我梦想的那件婚纱站在提姆面前。我们在一起生活了十八年了。如果没有那件特别的婚纱,我是决不会遇到他的。

 

英文原文:

The Blessed Dress

  I got an engagement ring for Christmas. My boyfriend and I had been dating for almost a year and both felt the time was right to join our lives together in holy matrimony.
  The month of January was spent planning our perfect Alabama June wedding. My mother, two sisters and I went to Huntsville, the closest town with a selection of bridal shops, to buy the gown that would play the leading role on my special occasion.
  We had a wonderful time just being together and sharing silly jokes, but the day soon turned serious by afternoon: still no sign of the dress of my dreams. Both sisters were ready to give up and try another day in another town, but I coerced them into one more boutique.
  I had a good feeling as we entered the quaint little shop filled with the scent of fresh flowers. The elderly clerk showed us several beautiful gowns in my size and price range, but none were right. As I opened the door to leave, the desperate shop owner announced she had one more dress in the back that was expensive and not even my size, but perhaps I might want to look at it anyway. When she brought it out, I squealed in delight.
  This was it!
  I rushed to the dressing room and slipped it on. Even though it was at least two sizes too large and more costly than I had anticipated, I talked Mom into buying it. The shop was so small it didn't offer alterations, but my excitement assured me I would be able to get it resized in my hometown.
  Excitement wasn't enough. On Monday morning, my world crumbled when the local sewing shop informed me the dress simply could not be altered because of numerous hand-sewn pearls and sequins on the bodice. I called the boutique for suggestions but only got their answering machine.
  A friend gave me the number of a lady across town who worked at home doing alterations. I was desperate and willing to try anything, so I decided to give her a call.
  When I arrived at her modest white house on the outskirts of town, she carefully inspected my dress and asked me to try it on. She put a handful of pins into the shoulders and sides of my gown and told me to pick it up in two days. She was the answer to my prayers.
  When the time came to pick it up, however, I grew skeptical. How could I have been so foolish as to just leave a $1,200 wedding dress in the hands of someone I barely knew? What if she made a mess out of it? I had no idea if she could even sew on a button.
  Thank goodness my fears were all for naught. The dress still looked exactly the same, but it now fit as if it had been made especially for me. I thanked the cheerful lady and paid her modest fee.
  One small problem solved just in time for a bigger one to emerge. On Valentine's Day, my fiance called.
  "Sandy, I've come to the decision that I'm not ready to get married," he announced, none too gently. "I want to travel and experience life for a few years before settling down."
  He apologized for the inconvenience of leaving all the wedding cancellations to me and then quickly left town.
  My world turned upside down. I was angry and heartbroken and had no idea how to recover. But days flew into weeks and weeks blended into months. I survived.
  One day in the fall of the same year, while standing in line at the supermarket, I heard someone calling my name. I turned around to see the alterations lady. She politely inquired about my wedding, and was shocked to discover it had been called off, but agreed it was probably for the best.
  I thanked her again for adjusting my wedding gown, and assured her it was safely bagged and awaiting the day I would wear it down the aisle on the arm of my real "Mister Right." With a sparkle in her eye, she began telling me about her single son, Tim. Even though I wasn't interested in dating again, I let her talk me into meeting him.
  I did have my summer wedding after all, only a year later. And I did get to wear the dress of my dreams - standing beside Tim, the man I have shared the last eighteen years of my life with, whom I would never have met without that special wedding gown.

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