My Unexpected Love Affair with Chinese Fashion Finds Okay, confession time. For years, I was that person. The one who’d side-eye a cute top on Instagram, see “Ships from China” in the description, and immediately swipe past. My mental checklist was brutal: Sketchy quality? Probably. Lost in shipping for months? Almost certainly. A gamble not worth taking? Absolutely. My wardrobe, funded by a graphic designer’s salary here in Portland, was a shrine to mid-tier American and European brands. Predictable, safe, and honestly, getting a bit boring. Then, last fall, everything changed. It wasn’t a strategic decision. It was desperation. I was obsessing over a specific style of wide-leg, high-waisted linen…