The Emerald City Binder.
Twenty-four cards, twenty-four independent Seattle businesses, collected at the counter. This tracks which ones you have — and gives each one an hour of the day, so a flat list of twenty-four shops becomes a route you can actually walk.
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Nothing collected yet. Tap a card below, or a segment on the wheel.
The list is already in route order.
Every card carries a letter from A to X. The letter is an hour — the day is cut into twenty-four forty-minute blocks from 4am to 8pm — and it is also a hue, because on this wheel the angle is the colour is the time. G is eight in the morning and it is red. S is four in the afternoon and it is cyan.
So the binder sorts itself into a day: coffee at G, lunch at M, a soda fountain at S, dinner at V. Collect along the wheel and you learn the shape of your own day without anyone teaching it to you.
The hours here are our first pass, not Opalseed's. We assigned each card a letter based on what the business is; nobody has confirmed them yet. The right version is every shop picking its own hour — which is a conversation we would rather have in person than guess at. If one of these is yours and the hour is wrong, tell us and we will move it.
Twenty-four is a start, not a ceiling.
The Emerald City Collection is Opalseed's, and it is the best argument in Seattle that a trading card can send a real customer through a real door. We built this because we collect them too.
7ABCs runs the local–global business association — families and small businesses building things together, on the same wheel. If you run a shop and you want an hour of the day, that is where to start.
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We host none of Opalseed's card art, copy, or photography, and we never will. This tool keys on card numbers and business names, and every entry links straight to their shop. Cards showing ??? stay unrevealed here — their reveal is theirs to run.
Nothing you tick is sent anywhere. Your binder lives in this browser, on this device, and clearing it deletes it. There is no account, because there is nothing to hold an account for.