The Epicness of Hanging a Sign
- Bridget

- Oct 19
- 2 min read
My sister and I have always joked that the ultimate symbol of adulting isn’t buying a house, it’s buying a couch. A real couch. Not the hand-me-down futon or the lumpy Craigslist find, but the “we’ve made it” kind of couch.
Well, I think I’ve found the business equivalent of that moment: hanging your sign.
Sure, we’ve had a modest little sign at the vineyard gate since 2023—just a one-foot by two-foot rectangle that quietly whispered, “We’re here… somewhere past the dirt road.” But this week, we hung the real deal: the Skyhaven sign on the main drag alongside all the other wineries.

And let me tell you, it felt monumental.
Seeing that sign go up hit differently. It wasn’t just metal and paint; it was the physical proof that we’ve clawed our way onto the board. We’re official. We exist. We’re not just the dreamers tending vines on either side of our day jobs; we’re part of the landscape.

There’s something a little nerve-wracking about it, too. Like, once the sign is up, there’s no going back. You can’t pretend it’s still just a side project or a someday dream. You’re out there, literally hanging your name in public for everyone to see.
But that’s also what makes it amazing. It’s the start of the “we made it” part of the story—the visible mark of everything we’ve worked toward.

So yeah, hanging that sign might not seem epic to everyone. But to us, it’s our couch moment. Our proof of progress. And honestly? It feels pretty darn great to see Skyhaven up there, finally claiming its spot among the names we’ve admired for years.



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