Another Saturday at the Las Vegas Antique Jewelry Show

Saturday morning in Las Vegas. 
Only two more days of the antique and estate jewelry show...thank god.

Trade shows are exhausting, both physically and mentally.
For someone like me who spends the majority of my work day sitting in front of a computer, being on my feet from 10am to 7pm is difficult.  I have to admit that I'm totally impressed by the chic NY and European dealers who show up everyday in high heels.  How do they stand in heels all day long?
Honestly, I dress for comfort and practicality at these shows...so if you see a middle aged woman in a boring black skirt and shirt and fugliest birkinstocks ever...yes that would be me.  And no, I don't care what anyone thinks about my ugly shoes.

Then there is the mental challenge of dealing with the dealers.  Don't get me wrong, there so many awesome dealers at this show.  If you've never seen an Indian or an Israeli dealer negotiating on the price of a loose diamond, let me tell you, it is a thing of beauty.  They will just stand there and offer a price that they know is well below your asking price just to see if they can wear you down.  It's not even about the money when it comes to a matter of a couple of hundred dollars on a 13 carat diamond...it's about the game. These dealers have superior negotiating skills and they are charming and fun to do business with.  You can learn a lot by observing them in action.

Here's the view from my room at the Bellagio.  Luckily, the Bellagio is conveniently located across the street from the show which is being held at the fabulously faux french, Paris Hotel.  Seriously, could theParis hotel be a little more stereotypical?  The only thing missing is a man on a bicycle with a beret and a baguette.

So what are these shows all about? 
Buying and selling of course...and making contacts and seeing who has what, and understanding where prices are going in the trade....and if you haven't guessed...that would be up.

My days are spent looking at case after case of amazing estate jewelry.  Imagine a huge convention center room just filled with showcase after showcase of bling. I always wonder why anyone would buy brand new jewelry when there is so much pre-owned jewelry out there.

Anyone need a strand of South Sea pearls....or twenty?

Or how about an humongous diamond collar necklace?

Leaving the major bling aside, I concentrate on my niche product which is signed jewelry that is actually wearable and affordable...because really, how many opportunities do you have to wear a humongous diamond collar necklace?
Here's a cool piece from Cartier that I looked at yesterday. I didn't end up buying it because it was priced too high...note the calculator beneath my hand.  I have to buy below a very specific price point in order to be certain that Beladora can offer the most attractive prices on the internet.   It's getting more and more difficult with the rising prices of gold, gemstones and manufacturing.  But, we've picked up some great pieces and overall I'm happy with the show.

The day ends with coming back to the room and getting gussied up for dinner.
Here I am in my room, gussied up, sort of. 
At least the birkinstocks are off and the ballet flats are on.

Not being the adventuresome types, we don't even bother to the leave the hotel at night.
We have a routine and we stick with it.
Besides there are enough restaurants at the hotel that we can try a different one each night. I recommend Yellowtail for sushi and Prime if you want good food with quiet ambiance.
After dinner it's off to the Fontana bar terrace to watch the water show and discuss the business over cognac and cigars.

At about 11pm we go our separate ways.  Since I'm not a gambler, I avoid the casino like the plague.  

The others, I suspect, end up at the black jack tables until the late hours...but I wouldn't know because I'm in my room with a book. I definitely require a decent nights sleep if I'm going to be 10% as sharp as the diamond dealers!

One of these days I'd like to come to Las Vegas when I don't have to work.  I think that spending the day basking in the sun by the pool and going to a show or two might be fun. 

Around Town - A Small Birthday Bash At La Sandia

My girlfriends and I have a tradition of celebrating each other's birthdays by going out to dinner.  Last night we had a great dinner party for my glamorous friend Lillian at La Sandia restaurant located upstairs at the new and improved Santa Monica Place.
You can't be a native southern Californian and not have an appreciation for fine Mexican food. It's nurture food for me because I've been noshing on it my entire life.  But strangely, here in Mexico Norte, or rather Los Angeles, great Mexican cuisine is actually difficult to find.  Mostly we have chain restaurants and taco stands. Fortunately, with Mexico City raised and Culinary Institute trained uber chef Richard Sandoval, we now have La Sandia.

Margarita's and freshly made guacamole were the first course....naturally. Followed by  shrimp ceviche and quesadillas and then entrees of traditional dishes of chile relleno, carnitas, soft tacos, etc.,
and of course more margaritas.

Dessert was a delicious trio of traditional Mexican sweets stepped up a notch with a sparkler.

La Sandia is now my local go to place for margaritas and quality Mexican food.

Hopefully, the next Richard Sandoval restaurant that I try will be Ketsi at the Four Seasons Hotel in Punta Mita.

I can dream...

While the Trainer's Away or Dinner At Ten

Last night I decided to take advantage of the fact that my trainer was getting ready to show off her magnificent muscularity at some major national competition and my 8:00 gym appointment was cancelled.
Oh yeah I know, I could have gone to the gym anyway and given my all to the treadmill, but I just said no.
Instead, I decided to cook.

Our favorite Aussi domestic goddess Faux Fuchsia has posted about how cooking can be a de-stresser after a long day at work.  And, of course she was correct.  There is something therapeutic in the act of chopping and cooking and serving and eating that makes you forget about your daily issues.
And cooking raises your serotonin and dopamine levels....or so I tell myself.

Of course all this took time, and after getting home late from the office, then deciding on what to make, then going to the market for last minute ingredients the actual cooking process didn't get started until 8:30 last night.

Maybe it was because of Jill's current Ina Garten obsession or maybe it was because I had leftover roasted chicken the fridge, I decided to cook chicken pot pie using Garten's vegetable pot pie recipe
...with slight alterations.
I used way less butter, I left out the saffron and instead of making pastry crust, I used bisquick for the topping.
The kicker in the recipe was the chopped fennel and the pastis.

Behold the magnificence!

Yes, maybe it was 10:00 before dinner was served but it was worth it.

...but tonight it's back to the gym...

And on a different topic altogether

Faux Fuchsia, who's been traveling around England, the Isle of Jersey and Brittany has been bragging on her blog about the cuteness of Jersey cows. Sorry FF, you may be a domestic goddess and you certainly know your bromeliads from your begonias, but in terms of animal appreciation, those Jersey cows have nothing on the beautiful bovines of Switzerland and Austria. 

Voila, Austrian heifers in their Alpine floral spender.

Pictures snagged from Paradis Express, a pretty blog by a gardener from the suburbs of Paris. 

If you like landscape and floral design, check out her blog

and don't worry, it's not about cows.