More is more

The more I hear and know about self-important minimalism the more I want to do the exact opposite. Not that I'm into cluttering, in fact exactly the opposite, there isn't a singular thing in this domus that goes unused and that's exactly my point.
I use a plethora of different gadgets and other things to make my life here as smooth and celebratory as possible, so when I heard about a woman talking about having no use for vacuum cleaner or single use kitchen gadgets like coffee machines, ice cream machines etc and found housing different glasses and crockeries for different drinking and eating purposes useless I found myself reeling in my socks because why would I ever want to drink wine out of tea cup or beer out of coffee mug?
She went on to say and explain how things like having too many bedsheets and pretty looking showpieces was absurd and that guests don't need sofas or couches to sit on because cushions on the floor are more than enough and everything else she spoke after that sounded like blasphemy, heresy that my ears could hear no more and she was going on about shoes and clothes and how she and her husband shared most clothes and they needed nothing except a few neutral pairs of black and whites that fit into a capsule wardrobe and by this point I had already torn my hair out, wondering how I could absolve myself from the sin of having watched so blandly a smug spiel of holier than thou admittance that I'm now trawling taobao looking for a new set of glasses for drinking sparkling water as a way of atonement.