Since Jess moved in a year or so back, ‘my’ apartment has slowly evolved into ‘our’ apartment. Furniture has moved around, been replaced. New art has appeared, along with more blankets, pillows and trays than I can count. And, as of this weekend, the bedroom has changed colors.

Yes, after much deliberation over the differences between Polar Sky and Polar Ice, Seaside Blue and Ocean Blue, we finally bit the bullet and purchased several buckets of one of those, though I’m no longer sure exactly which.

Painting the bedroom of a small one-bedroom apartment is a great way to make yourself glad that you at least don’t live in an even smaller studio, because emptying the contents of said bedroom into the living room makes for a very, very tight fit.

We did that moving, and then the painting itself, on Saturday, in a single stretch that extended from afternoon into evening. Then, on Sunday, we went back and filled in the patches we’d inadvertently left completely white in the later, sunlight-less stretches of the day before.

The end result? Surprisingly good. The coat of light grey-tinted blue makes the room feel a bit more a real home, less an impersonal, temporary rental. And while we’re still reeling from the cleanup efforts (the brunt of which has been handled by Jess, who spent today at home repairing the wreckage), it looks good enough that, in another couple of weeks, we just might forget what a pain in the ass the whole process is, and take on the rest of the apartment.