Could be... my grandma was married to a fairly wealthy dentist a long, long time ago. He was an abusive asshole and in the divorce, she ended up with a fair amount of money, the house, and all the stuff he would buy her (instead of being any sort of good person/husband/step-dad). She hated the stuff, never wore it, but couldn't get rid of it for some reason. So, we ended up dressing-up in mink, pearls, and other crazy shit. Like I mentioned above, I was actually just a regular, actually kind of poor, 1990's PNW kid. Just a weird little side of my life!