Summer of 1989. I was nearly 11, expecting a baby brother very soon, and I was spending a week at my aunt and uncle's cottage. Not far from their cottage was the summer home of a girl my age, and we became fast friends.
One day I was hanging out at her cottage watching while her mom dyed my friend's aunt's hair. We were waiting somewhat impatiently because we were headed to the aunt's house for a swim in her pool once we were done.
The aunt was trying a new shade. She did the rinse and said "Hmm...seems a little red." The mom said "Oh, it does. Let's dry it and see what it really looks like"
So they dried it...and it was red. A gorgeous shade of red, and we young girls loved it. The aunt, however was not loving it. We gushed over how amazing it looked and how much we liked and she was very nearly swayed...until I said
"You look just like Tiffany!"
From my not-quite-11-year-old self who had spent many many days singing along with Tiffany with her like-minded friends, this was high praise indeed!
Um, for reference:

She looked at me in horror, then realized I thought I was complimenting her and said "Thanks hon, but that's not really the look I was going for"
Off she went to the salon to have her hair fixed, while off we went for a swim.
I find myself thinking of that moment again today.
I've always approached my hair with a "meh, it's hair, it'll grow back!" and have been rather fearless with regards to colour. In my late teens early it was mostly about being blond, until I had to recognize that my hair had enough natural red to it that my blond dye was destined to always be a bit strawberry. When I was twenty I gave into that completely and dyed my hair a deep red. A few years later I abandoned the deep red for reddish brown.
When I pregnant with my daughter I put away my stained dye towels and kept my natural brown with hints of red. Not a bad colour, but eventually I got bored and started to play with colour again.
This spring found me adding blue stripes to my hair, which I LOVED. Unfortunately maintaining it comes with a lot more fuss than I have attention span for, so I let it go. The result was blond stripes with a hint of green leftover from the blue dye.
A week or so ago I decided to grab a bottle of dye and cover up my blond streaks (I'll be honest, it looked AWFUL by that point)and I loved my red/brown hair once again.
Until...well, red doesn't last long. It's never been a problem before, since it would fade rather nicely into my hair. But the blond started creeping through, which would have been fine, but so did the green tinge. Couldn't have that.
So I bought another bottle of dye, planning to use it to cover up just before the wedding I'm attending this weekend so I'll have nice hair to go with my new dress and my new shoes.
And I made a mistake. I bought more of the same red dye. Forgetting that when you add red dye to dyed red hair, what you end up with is RED HAIR
See what I mean?

Honest to blog, I have no idea what I was thinking. I remember the disaster years ago when I tried to bleach out red dyed hair (ending up with various shades of bright orange...oh god it was bad!). Red dye has to be handled with care, and I know better.
I considered just leaving it, but my dress for the wedding tomorrow is a gorgeous shade of red, and the hair...it clashes with the dress.
Not the look I was going for.