As stupid as National I Love My Feet Day was yesterday, it did inspire me to create this t-shirt for Podiatrists. And I'm willing to bet there aren't a lot of t-shirts singing the praises of Podiatrists. Not that I know a lot of Podiatrists. I met a friend in Portland 35 or so years ago. She was staying with her friend who was staying at her aunt and uncle's house. The uncle was a Podiatrist who drove a Cadillac and painted paintings of semi-nude tropical women and collected Greek Goddess statues. He had a porn star mustache, too. The aunt collected t-pots and glued them to the tops of the kitchen cupboards because it was easier to dust them that way (just not easier to actually use them for tea). So that was my main exposure to Podiatrists and it wasn't in a professional capacity.
I did create a few designs for Endodontists a few months ago.
If someone who plans Endodontist Conventions finds them, I think I'm going to make a killing. I have actually had three root canals. The first was a by an Endodontist in the town I grew up in. He seemed very much like the dentist in "Marathon Man" with Dustin Hoffman who was a former Nazi who would drill on teeth as torture. The Endodontist I went to did cause me extreme pain and I was ready to confess to many crimes I hadn't committed just to make him stop. Later in life the Endodontists I went to in Seattle seemed to use more modern methods and weren't running from Israeli Nazi hunters.
I know I said I wouldn't create anything for National Order Catalogue Day, but:
I haven't turned it into a t-shirt design...YET. But there are obviously still companies who produce mail order catalogues and have sales people who hand out pens that say, "Stolen from the desk of..." So I'm making a mental note that it is yet another untapped market of people who want to wear a t-shirt that makes them feel special about what they do regardless if the rest of the world gives a shit.
Note to self: create a t-shirt design for National Public Transit Marketing Professional Day.
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