Hm. This is a bit of a stumper. One of those prompts that is much more easily tackled with a picture than with words.
"Floral" makes me think, first, of funerals. Then of upholstery fabric. Then of everyday fabric.
My wardrobe has always leaned toward solid colors. Easier to mix and match. But I do love me some gingham and small polka dots. But I am drawn, moth-like to calico florals. You know:
When and why I decided to go all Laura Ingalls Wilder, I cannot say. But get me in a fabric store, and this is where you'll find me.
That counts as "floral," doesn't it?
My ever-frugal/practical mother didn't like being sent flowers, as they are "too expensive," and they were "just going to die in a few days anyway." Me? Send me flowers all day. (Late husband was not very good at this.) And plants. A whole bunch of things around us are going to "die anyway," but we can still enjoy them, can't we?