Countess Constance Cloche


Photograph:  Practical Publlishing

A new cloche style hat design, inspired by Countess Constance Markievicz, a Sligo lady, close childhood friend of W.B. Yeats who married a Polish Count, led a garrison during the 1916 Rebellion . She was sentenced to death for her part in the Easter Rising , though, as she was a women, this sentence was subsequently commuted, She was born  Constance Gore-Booth in London in 1868 and grew up in Lissadell House in Sligo, as the daughter of an English protestant landlord. She initially trained as an artist before becoming involved in women’s suffrage.

Constance Markievicz was an Irish politician, revolutionary nationalist, suffragette and socialist. Constance was the first woman elected to the British Parliament, although, she never took her seat. She was the first female cabinet minister in any Government in Europe where she  held the post of Minister for Labour of the Irish Republic, 1919–1922. The Countess died at the age of 59 on 15 July 1927.




The hat design is published by Knit Now Magazine.The cable band is knitted first, the ends are grafted together to form a ring. Stitches are then picked up along both edges separately, one side shapes the crown, while the other shapes the brim using short rows before ending in an i-cord cast off.

This issue is on sale from 10th December in supermarkets, newsagents and craft stores across Britain and Ireland and on the  Knit Now website. It will also be available digitally via  apps for Apple and Android devices and through Pocketmags.

The beautiful green yarn of the hat is an aran weight blend of 50% Wool and  50% Alpaca from Artesano yarns where currently you can receive a 20 percent discount on yarns with the code 20PERCENT.


In Memory of Eva Gore-Booth and Con Markievicz

By W.B. Yeats.

The light of evening, Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.
But a raving autumn shears
Blossom from the summer’s wreath;
The older is condemned to death,
Pardoned, drags out lonely years
Conspiring among the ignorant.
I know not what the younger dreams –
Some vague Utopia – and she seems,
When withered old and skeleton-gaunt,
An image of such politics.
Many a time I think to seek
One or the other out and speak
Of that old Georgian mansion, mix
Pictures of the mind, recall
That table and the talk of youth,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.
Dear shadows, now you know it all,
All the folly of a fight
With a common wrong or right.
The innocent and the beautiful
Have no enemy but time;
Arise and bid me strike a match
And strike another till time catch;
Should the conflagration climb,
Run till all the sages know.
We the great gazebo built,
They convicted us of guilt;
Bid me strike a match and blow.

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