At the salon, I wash my hands a thousand times a day; so I’ve got a bit of a crush on the new long-lasting gel manicures. They’re brilliant and can take me through two weeks with no nail damage whatsoever. My salon of choice is a little neighborhood spa on the corner of 54th and 2nd Avenue in NYC, where a gal named Sonny lets me combine different nail colors to get just the right shade. (Figures, right? Once a colorist, always a colorist.)