She is as gypsy-hearted as a globetrotter, and as slack as a couch potato.

She is as mellifluous as a violin strain, and as grisly as the tick of the clock.

She is as flimsy as a flower, and as rugged as a diamond.

She is as infinite as the universe, and as shallow as a puddle.

She is a potpourri of all things appealing and appalling.