Cutting out circles, trimming them with scallops and embroidery. I lovingly took time comparing colors and deciding which button would be best complimented by the flower. Finally, after making several dozen, I could draw a breath. I had purged the felt flower demons. I was at peace.
So, breathing deeply in my new found freedom, I strode into the local Scrapbook store. My jaw dropped. My lip quivered. There, by the counter were these.

All in various sizes and colors. All in felt.
The sewing must start again.