Daily Pattern: 80's Battle Scars

As an adult, needing a bandage is a rare occasion. But as a child, life was an unending string of scrapes, cuts and gashes.

Growing up in the eighties, the best part of falling off your skateboard was choosing what neon-colored, garishly-decorated badge-of-honor to wear over your boo-boo.



Hmmm, my eyes are burning. Maybe I let the eighties fever get the best of me on this pattern...