When my wife and I first got together, she had a dress that she absolutely loved that she wore for her graduation and would wear from time to time. I hated it as she looked like a sailor or character from a Bugs Bunny cartoon. Well, trying to be the good guy, I washed the dress that was to be dry cleaned only. When I was finished with it, it looked like it came from the girls section at the store.
I never set out to wreck the dress, but man, I had never been happier.
She knew my feelings about the dress and to this day is certain that I did it a purpose.
To this day it is known as the "The dress incident of '95".