The red brick color we're laying for the main coat is Dutch Boy Mesa Red. I was making the pizza dough for supper when Pat started the next coat. He used a small brush to paint the edges where the floor and walls meet, then came back with the roller for the rest of it.
He had about two roller widths painted when I heard, "Oh. That's really red."
"IRIS!" His voice came drifting into the kitchen. "Is this what you REALLY want?"
Grabbing a dish towel and wiping flour from my hands as I wove my way through the furniture stuffed any which way in the half of the room we aren't yet painting, I came to look. It was a wonderful brick red. Just what I wanted.
"Don't worry, Pat." It will tame down when we add the stripes."
"YOU get to paint the stripes." I was informed. Ah. Pat doesn't do brush work. :)