So, I have to be honest with you guys. A few years ago, I was that person who thought buying from China was basically a gamble. You know, the “you get what you pay for” crowd? I was convinced that anything shipped from Shenzhen or Yiwu would fall apart in a week, smell weird, or just arrive looking nothing like the photos. But then my friend Lisa, who runs a pretty successful vintage-inspired boutique in Austin, Texas, showed me her latest shipment of silk blouses. They were gorgeous, the stitching was immaculate, and the fabric felt like butter. “Where did you get these?” I asked, already jealous. “Direct from a…