There are a couple types of wig caps. One is the type that is only a pad; this type is for chemo patients who have lost their hair and need the padding to protect their skin. The other type of wig cap is the kind a person uses to hold their hair out of the way. The lady at the medical supply place in the hospital (oh yeah, I went there too) told me it was just a nylon stocking that you use to try on shoes. And since a gal at a beauty supply place told me the only place to find a wig cap was at a wig store and the closest one was in Federal Way, I decided to be cheap and lazy and bought my daughter a couple fifty cent nylon stockings to put over her head.
All the way home I argued with her in my head, because she was actually at school. In my head I told her I loved her and had already spent many hours and much gas looking for the pieces to her costume and now this wig cap. In my head I refused to drive 25 miles out of the way to the next city to get this item for her and the nylon stocking was going to have to do.
Then I came home and put the nylon stocking on my head. Now my only experience with a nylon stocking on someone’s head was when my grandmother burst into her guest bedroom where my sister and I were sleeping when we were children. We wouldn’t be quiet and go to sleep and my father was getting angry with us. So my grandmother put the nylon stocking over her head and burst into the room and scared us. The screams, that quickly turned into hysterical laughter, carried out to my father who came storming down the hallway only to find his mother-in-law standing in the bedroom with a nylon stocking smashing her face into a grotesque shape. My father just gave up and walked away shaking his head. So whenever I think of a nylon stocking, I think of my grandmother (I bet my sister does too).
All that went through my brain when I put the nylon stocking on my head. The next thing I thought was how tight is was. At that point I knew it wouldn't work because I’m sure it would have given my daughter a headache within an hour of wearing it.
So I did what every red-blooded American does; I googled “what is a wig cap.” Oddly enough, there are many references to wig caps and how to use them. One site mentioned "party/costuming” stores.
Finally, the neurons in my brain clicked together (or imploded) and I realized Party City is also a costuming store. I gave them a call; they had ten wig caps. All I could do by then is bang my head against the desk and tell them I’d be there in a few minutes. It's not in my neighborhood, but it is still in my city.
My daughter told me when we started out three days ago that we should look at Party City. I told her she was wrong. To me Party City is where I went to find my little kids' party supplies, not where I went to find a costume. When I mentioned it to my older daughter she said "why wouldn't they have wig caps, they sell costume wigs."
It is so hard to admit you're wrong when you're a mom. But it's harder to admit when your kid is r-r-r-right.