Mahogany is FINALLY on DVD. It's been on my 'to be released' list on Netflix for months now. I moved it to the very top so it'll ship next.
Y'all, when I was little, I thought my momma was Mahogany. Really. My mom really did look like (a prettier) Diana Ross, but aside from that, she was always F.L.Y. I'm talkin' 'bout high heel leather knee-boots, matching alligator bags, fedoras (among other fly hats), clutch bags, fly azz suits, wool and cashmere trenches and capes...yes I said capes...velvet, whaaaat?! And all that usually in some shade of brown and set off with a leaopard print something. Don't mess with her when she wears all white, y'all. Mascara (lay it on right) and lipstick (must be red) were necessities before leaving the house and the hair was con.sis.tant.ly laid. Thin and six-feet tall, all gussied up and in heels, y'all can imagine how goddess-like she was to a child. I always wanted to be as pretty as my mom--class, elegance and beauty personified. She still fly too.
When I saw this movie, I wanted to be Mahogany. Really. How much did I want to be Mahogany? After watching the movie, I went into my mom's arsenal of makeup and crushed up some of her brownish Fashion Fare blush and mixed it with Vaseline in a pill box just so I could put lip gloss on like Mahogany did in the film. Now, you girls who have grown up with me have a little more insight into how/why modeling and make-up were such big parts of me.
Mahogany and Diana Ross became instant favorites after I saw that film. Don't get me started on Billy D. Williams and all his smoothness either. My husband's initials are Billy D. Don't think for a second the fact that he goes by "Billy D." doesn't add to his appeal for me. I'm silly. I can't help it. But that's true.