Why I Almost Gave Up on Buying From China (And Why I Didn’t) I stood in my tiny Brooklyn apartment, surrounded by cardboard boxes, wondering if I had made a terrible mistake. A month earlier, I had placed an order for what I thought was a replica of a designer handbag I’d been eyeing for months. Instead, I got a purse that looked like it had been assembled by a toddler with a grudge. The stitching was crooked, the zipper jammed, and the color was closer to baby poo than the ‘dusty rose’ I had imagined. I was furious, embarrassed, and swore I’d never order from China again. Fast forward…