I bought a fabric I adored in preparation for the quilt I would make for that "When I am Old, I Shall Wear Purple" day, at age 60.
By the time I was 67 and the quilt wasn't yet made, I didn't like it any more.
Sold a bunch of it at one point, but now I'm 73 and I still have some and I still no longer love it. Sigh.
I try to no longer buy "oh, my gosh, I love that!" fabric, because I'm apparently fickle in my fabric tastes these days.
Jan in VA