A gift for my wife. A club for everyone who couldn’t be in the room.
The first scratch card was a present. The Bun Club is what happens after the confetti: families, across countries, who still want to share the moment.
Why it exists
I built the first card so my wife’s family — who live a long way from us — could feel the second the scan came back. A photo in the group chat is over before anyone has looked up. A parcel takes a week and arrives after the news. One link, everyone scratches, the squeal happens in their hands.
That is still the whole product. What I want next is not a bigger widget. It is a place those families can stay: new kinds of bun moments (a name, a pregnancy, a birth), the stories people send back, and a note when there is something worth opening. No ads. No account until you want one.
Cards are free while we are new, because a club with nobody in it is just a landing page. If this made your family smile, sit with us. The baker is one person, the oven is small, and that is the point.
What we’re baking next
Honest, not a roadmap slide. These are the next things I actually want to make.
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More bun moments
The same scratch, more secrets: we’re pregnant, the name, the birth. Gender is the wedge. The bun is the brand.
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A wall of family voices
The replies on the homepage are real. With permission, I want more of them — two languages, because family is everywhere.
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A small price, when it’s time
The payment path is already there. We charge when the club is a club, not before. Until then, a tip jar if you feel like it.