Fickle is the word for me. About the time I get far enough into a project to see where it's headed I'm tired of it and eager to start the next thing. It's not that I don't like the one I'm working on, but the novelty has worn off and there are so many other things more enticing at the moment. Sometimes I'm going through my stash looking for just the right border to finish the current project and all of a sudden three or four fabrics just jump out and tell me they want to play together right now. Then they sit in a pretty little stack at the side of the cutting table just pleading for attention. The only reason I am not going for it is that I know I will kick myself if the current one becomes a UFO.