When My Brooklyn Apartment Became a Chinese Import Testing Lab Okay, confession time. Last month, my living room floor disappeared. Not literally, but under a sea of cardboard boxes, bubble wrap, and more “fragile” stickers than I could count. It all started innocently enough—a friend raved about this gorgeous silk dress she’d ordered directly from a boutique in Shanghai. “The quality is insane for the price,” she insisted. Me, being the chronically curious (and perpetually broke) freelance graphic designer in Brooklyn, I took that as a personal challenge. One dress order snowballed into… well, let’s just say I now have a very informed opinion on buying products from China. I’m…