It's a word that describes me well these days. I'm invisible in the blogosphere. (Have you seen many comments from me lately? Nope. I have no time, and it makes me crazy not to see what y'all are doing.) The progress on the latest knit? Invisible. This may or may not be a bad thing, depending on your perspective.
I can't even show you a photo of what I'm doing. It's so tippy top secret that I would have those men in the black suits after me if I did.
Can you imagine? They would pull up in their black (insert car name here) jump out and ask "Subway Knitter? Please come with us." I would be hauled into the car, kicking and screaming, and that's the last that you would see of me.
Seriously, though, it's a secret for now. I can tell you this: I didn't design it, and it isn't a gift. I'm just following orders.