This would be fine if I were wed to Spartan simplicity. I read about one woman, an engineer, who decades ago constructed her entire household to be washable: a flick of the switch and the house transformed into what must have been an early version of an automatic carwash. Even granting that one could handle the issue of where to be during a wintertime wash cycle, I think this approach still unlikely in the average home. Slippery, for one thing. And even as one who likes stainless steel, I can't imagine a home populated by cool metal, without a range of colours and textures. Most of us hyper-visuals (aka artists) particularly love the change of seasons. Right now the coming of winter is making me crave the warmth of glowing surfaces, hand-woven rugs, and the fireplace alight. These seasonal adjustments will arrive slowly, as I fit my mind around the end of autumn. Stuff will go away and different stuff will emerge. All will need dusting.
Even the paintings which conjure warm spaces will re-emerge. After all, one can't spend one's entire life under a bed.