Anyway, we went in the shop and I asked the super friendly guy for the chips for the porch and floor paint. They could custom mix anything, but for some reason I didn't trust myself choosing a color for this. Chris and I chose the red color which was called patio red. The porch was already red, so I figured I'd stick with it.
As I was painting I kept thinking that my fingers were bleeding because this red paint could be used for slasher films. Then I got some on my toe, so I was constantly distracted by my 'bleeding' toe. I also kept thinking of other names that would be more appropriate than Patio Red. Clearly this paint should be called Sangre de Christo, or Oxblood. Then I started thinking about how this must be some sort of evolutionary thing, if we didn't notice that we were bleeding we wouldn't survive long enough to propagate the species, and my constant distraction by the paint on my toe must mean that I'm either more highly evolved, or less highly evolved, and I wonder which is the case. This sort of thing is always going on in my head. Chris never asks what I'm thinking about.
Here's how it turned out:
It dried lighter than oxblood, and I'm really happy with how it turned out. I put three coats on the uncovered portion of the porch. Sears called this area the terrace, nice eh? Hopefully I won't have to do it every year and hopefully no one falls into the root cellar under the porch anytime soon.