When My Brooklyn Apartment Needed a Glow-Up: The China Shopping Chronicles Let me paint you a picture. It was a dreary Tuesday in my Fort Greene walk-up. I was staring at the same IKEA lamp I’d had since grad school, feeling a profound sense of… aesthetic fatigue. My bank account, still recovering from last month’s rent, echoed this sentiment. I wanted my space to feel like a curated boutique, not a dorm room relic. But how? That’s when I fell down the rabbit hole of buying home decor from China. Not the bulky furniture, mind you, but the stuff that adds soul: hand-thrown ceramic vases, intricate macramé wall hangings, those…