After months of work, I finally finished it. Before hanging in it's new home in Little Tiger's bedroom I took it outside to take a picture in the summer sun:
I really enjoyed this project. Sewing took some time, but accumulating enough buttons of certain colors is really what made this take so long. Purple and orange (especially orange) were the most difficult to come by. I thought I had a large collection of orange buttons, but a lot of them turned out to be more pink or brown when I placed them on the canvas next to those that are truly orange.
As I sewed on the final button last night, I thought I would feel a huge sense of relief, but I didn't. Instead I was anxious and kind of sad. I've grown really comfortable with this project. Unlike other projects where I've questioned what I'm doing until I'm almost finished, I knew this piece was going to look good from early on. It was comforting to spend hours every night working on something I knew I would be happy with in the end.
But now its over and I'm not sure what I should do next. I have a blank 8x10" canvas waiting patiently for me. I could do another white heart. I thought about a bluebird with the plethora of blue buttons I have in my stash, but then I thought that might be too silly. Would I be getting too close to being the little old lady who recreates The Last Supper with different colored bread ties? Is there something wrong with that?