Why I Swear by Buying from China (and Yes, I Actually Do It) Let me paint you a picture: it’s a gray Tuesday afternoon in Portland, Oregon, and I’m sitting on my creaky wooden floor surrounded by cardboard boxes. My cat, Mochi, is batting at a strip of bubble wrap. I’ve just unboxed a silk blouse that I paid $22 for—shipping included—and it looks like it cost ten times that. This isn’t a sponsored post. This is my real life, and I’ve been buying from China for years. So let’s talk about it. Who Am I to Talk About This? I’m Ella, a 31-year-old freelance graphic designer and part-time vintage…