Spotted peeking around the banister at the Storylines Margaret Mahy memorial at the Town Hall last Saturday afternoon: a bewhiskered lion, whose much-loved, pumpkin-coloured feline suit possibly belonged to his mummy or daddy once upon a time. Further along was another wee lad, looking like the lion's meadow, all covered in spikes of green cardboard. And further down ... someone in (ahem) a Spider-Man costume. The Spider in the Shower perhaps, or the "spider seven inches long" found Down the Back of the Chair?
The grown-up attendees included a pirate with a pink bob. A witch with orange curls. A green tam-o'-shanter accompanying a tartan cap. The good-sport ushers wore Mahy's trademark rainbow coiffure, which clashed beautifully with their black-and-wine Edge uniforms. One accessorised his with a beard.
Funnily enough, the pre-memorial slideshow of Mahy photos didn't include any of her own celebrated wigs but goodness me, it showed what an unconventionally attractive woman she was, with her long face, strong jaw and off-centre nose. Her mother might once have told her that she had the right face for a witch costume - but what a wonderful-looking witch.
"No doubt she's having a great time in that great piratical rumbustification up in the sky," said writer Tim Tipene, who performed the opening mihi.
A "story of Margaret Mahy" was narrated by her literary biographer, Tessa Duder, interspersed with tributes and items performed by schoolchildren and Tim Bray Productions. It's true that proceedings were too long for the little ones - but how to cram in everything about a writer whose work is loved by babies, adolescent goths and academics who quote post-Freudian psychologists when analysing her novels? A writer who's inspired everyone from The Muttonbirds to Weta Workshop creatives?
