The vampire LeSpook was nothing if not a perpetual and self-loathing parasite, repelling love with his impossibly tangled hair, grave-stained clothes, and eternally sallow complexion. He pined for the soft caress of a woman as strongly as he did the pulpy nectar that would, momentarily, sate his endless pangs. He desperately needed a drink. Just one drink—one for his former life, one for the daylight he now avoided. A cloth as black as his soul shrouded the mirror, for LeSpook believed there to be no reason to seek his reflection now. He knew what he'd see: nothing. Nothing but the faint trace of two iridescent eyes and crimson-stained lips hovering without form in the vapid expanse of his chambers. The likeness of the man he knew forsook him centuries ago. How could anyone love such a monster as this? It was then, staring at this dusty veil, that he was visited by an epiphany as stark and powerful as a murder of crows against a pale blue sky. He metamorphosed into a winged creature of the night, flapping through the cold walkways of his manner until reaching the study lined with books obscured by layers of undisturbed dust. Taking on human form once more, he opened the top of a dark wood chest and took from it a large book. He immediately flipped to the back section, seeking desperately for the category known as "stylist." Once he found what he sought within these yellow pages, he came across the name Laura Roberson. The letters lifted from the page. Yes. Laura Roberson. She would be the one who would bring his true self to the surface with a few swift snips of her shears. She would be the one that would give him the courage to find the abiding love of his immortal existence. Her Victorian styling station and steaming flat iron would complement his antiquated soul. Would she judge him when he requested the mirrors be covered? He would soon find out. Having no other alternative, LeSpook reached for the door. He hesitated before casting it open with a glance, peaking through the curtains. The elusive sun began to dip below the horizon’s harsh curve. He had no excuse now. Anything other than decisive, forceful action would lead him to recede back into his chambers, back into himself for another swift and devastating round with his inner demon.
Nestled in the rolling hills of southern Indiana, Blue River Valley Farm features a 100-year-old farmhouse with a large back porch looking out onto the surrounding woods. In the distance, guests may observe one of the seven dogs on the property. This three-bedroom, one-bathroom private home accommodates up to six people and features a fully equipped kitchen, a fireplace, and a hot tub. Owners Richard—a state senator—and Ashira Young live just down the hill. They invite guests to gather organic eggs for breakfast, feed peckish chickens and goats, and organize touch football games with the livestock living on the property. Nearby attractions include local wineries and museums, as well as natural attractions such as Paoli Peaks, where skiers take to the hills and Harrison-Crawford State Forest, where you'll find 26,000 unspoiled acres crisscrossed by hiking and biking trails.
Once known simply as CC Spa, CC Medi Spa added a whole new suite of services to its menu when it added a word to its name. To supplement the facials, manicures, and pedicures the spa always offered, its aestheticians are now joined by chiropractors and massage therapists who provide health-boosting bodywork. The dermaplaning that they offer removes all facial hair and may help minimizes fine lines, wrinkles and pre-cancerous skin cells.
The team partitions their 4,000-square-foot space into private rooms, each dedicated to a specific kind of service and ancient Sumerian deity. While one person relaxes in the massage room or sits in the pedicure room's leather throne, others can wait their turn on the lobby's plush taupe couches, bathed in tinted light from the tall windows obscured by pale violet curtains.
Inside HoneyBaked Ham, chefs uphold the same traditions that Harry J. Hoenselaar created more than 40 years ago. Back then, he chose individual hams, cured them in his secret marinade, and smoked them over hardwood chips before offsetting the earthy flavor with a crisp, sweet glaze. To this day, the staff makes the signature bone-in hams one at a time and glazes them in the shop.
To go with the meats, the kitchen whips up classic side dishes and desserts, such as the sweet-potato souffl?. For less formal feasting, party trays and packed lunch boxes fuel business meetings, backyard grad parties, and lengthy end-zone celebrations.
Indian Creek Winery came to be as the result of a 15-day road trip embarked upon by Mark Kendall and his wife. As the couple drove across the Southeast, they visited every winery they found between Alabama and Virginia Beach. At the trip's end, they'd acquired the inspiration to plant their own grapevines on Georgetown soil. Since then, they've developed wines that range from a three-wine blend called Dry Creek Red to a riesling sweet enough to make honey glow the envious green of a lovelorn alien. Visitors to the winery can take a seat indoors, or outdoors amid scenic views and live music, to pair red and white sips with platters of cheeses, summer sausage, and dried fruit.
Click Portrait Studio's professional lens charmers preserve images of families, couples, pets, and graduates through artful in-studio or on-location photo sessions. In addition to capturing natural emotion, the studio hosts a graphic-design team capable of retouching images to remove blemishes, red eyes, and ugly sweaters woven from wombat fur before delivering prints on the same day as an in-studio shoot. This combination of expressive portraiture and lightning-fast turnaround has earned the studio the Rising Star Award in the 2011 Southern Indiana Business Awards.