John’s Barber Workwear

Before my dad went to work, it was usually always very hectic, get ready quickly, have a quick coffee and then he almost went out the door. For a certain moment in the morning, however, he took more time: he proudly stood in front of the mirror in the hallway, on his right arm lay his “uniform”, as he always called it. He put on his bright white jacket, closed the buttons, straightened his sleeves and gently brushed his hand over the embroidery: "John the Barber". His eyes sparkled with pride.