Some time last week while sitting on the floor attaching gold leaves, I aggravated that spot in my back that loves me not. It turned out to be about the exact same spot that gets used for just about every single belly dancing move known to man and woman. So, I winced my way through about three quarters of my originally intended dance activities and it's a very unhappy back.
Oh to be an invertebrate...like a snail. If I were a snail, my shell would be full of sewing supplies!