Two people I know have always insisted that all aspects of one's life be "strictly upper bracket" - say it with a Boston accent. One is my mother. The other is a former co-worker named Jerome Magnifico. The name says it all. The first suggested that when feeling poor, or if you are, claim the pond as your pool in summer and your personal skating rink in winter. That's just how fancy you are.
The second simply states that you are, even if you arrive at work late, obviously having colored your own hair (it's green and not on purpose).
In my niece's case, she is strictly upper bracket, in any and all conditions, as is her doll and all of it's clothes AND accessories. All custom. All the way!