My father is a ginger.
Well, was: his hair is white now. My fiance is a dark auburn. I've always had a thing for red hair (hell, I even used to date a guy that looks like Mick Hucknall).

Anyway, whilst I take after my mother in looks and am a brunette, I've got some beautiful copper strands in my hair that glow in the sunlight; people used to tell me what lovely hair I had, it really can look lovely.

So when I was 15, in typical surly slightly-rebellious teenage fashion, I decided to dye it. Not enough to get me expelled though, oh no. Just enough to have a few streaks of lighter hair to frame my face.

In my (non-existent) wisdom I used Sun-In. I ended up with two think ginger streaks running the length of my (waist-length) hair, on either side of my face, which clashed marvellously with: the rest of my hair, my uniform, and the embarrassed red of my face. I had to get my lovely long hair cut off into a bob, for which my mother never really forgave me.

The moral: don't use Sun-In. It's shit, and smells of rancid watermelon.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 16:05, 2 replies)

sun-in is liquid evil
and turns your hair into straw. if, like my sister, you want to be very light blonde, it can also make your hair fall out in clumps :(
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 27 Feb 2010, 0:10, closed)

eek!
Thank god I learnt my mistake and only ever used it the once.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Mon 1 Mar 2010, 10:38, closed)