These aren't your typical porch decorations.
Illuminating Austin, One Porch at a Time.
Our story
Every Porch Tells a Love Story
Mine began with a little girl thousands of miles away, watching American movies on a flickering TV screen. I’d sit there wide-eyed, falling in love with porches draped in pumpkins and golden light, doorways that seemed to whisper welcome home.
I promised myself: someday.
Fast forward decades — across oceans, through visas, into motherhood — and I was standing on the porch of my first Austin home. That first October, I went wild. Thirty pumpkins. Lights tangled into midnight. My kids laughed, my husband shook his head, and my neighbors stopped to ask, “Who did this for you?”
That’s when I realized — it wasn’t just my dream. Other families wanted this magic too. Not just decorations, but memories. Not just pumpkins, but the glow of tradition.
That’s how LuminPorch was born.
Today, every porch I transform carries the same wonder I once watched from afar. I add lights to every display because I believe magic should glow after dark, greeting you when you come home tired, proud, and grateful.
This isn’t just about pumpkins and mums. It’s about the life you’ve built, the kids who will remember these moments, and the home that finally feels like a dream come true.
Meet the Girl Who Fell in Love with American Autumn
Hi, I’m Dasha. Immigrant mama. Porch romantic. Chief Pumpkin Officer.
I grew up dreaming of holidays I never had. Now I get to create them for my kids — and for Austin families who want the same magic. Every pumpkin I place is for little Dasha who whispered “someday.” Every string of lights is for the families who deserve to feel proud every time they pull into the driveway.
When I see my kids’ faces light up at our porch, or when a client texts me, “My mom cried when she saw it” — I know this is more than business. It’s a love story between people and their homes.
And I’d love to write that story for you too.
“Every pumpkin I place is a promise to the little girl who believed in someday.”
— Dasha Christner